JESSIE THE PRO
I got out of my car and got to her door
after getting all those directions
and she was not good looking
but she was good enough
with a big gut and saggy tits
but a kind-of pretty face
so I walked in and asked her
after a little smalltalk
if she wanted the money now
and she said no –
that I had a kind face,
that she knew she could trust me,
I could pay her at the end
and that made me start to feel bad
but not bad enough
as I kept the money rolled up
in the right front pocket
of my pants
that were dropping
to the floor of the dimly lit room
with the blackout curtains
and the unmade bed right next to the door.
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John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.