VIRB

passing the dollar store,
i came across a particular
mobile home park named
Chagrin Gardens

a row of half dressed women,
all half priced hookers,
descending upon the streets
to find their block for the night

men in red pickups
honk their horn as they pass,
the provincial way of saying
'ill see you later when the wife's in bed'

i am in the passenger seat
thinking, why they are doing this;
the drug addictions,
and the children to feed
really arent much different

its just another sink to shit in

the women scatter
like ants with their beds flooded
at the first site of the sheriff

he turns on his lights
and calls over a particularly tall woman
hidden behind a yucca
with a face so melancholy
and bruised
you cannot make out her sex
quite clearly, except for the breasts
on her chest
which still leaves doubt

she gets in the squad car,
the front seat,
and they drive off

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