Watching a Hooker Fuck Herself
She lifted up her belly
Resting it on her forearm
and shoved her right hand in my face,
‘these fingers’
she stuck up the index and middle,
‘these fingers are thinking of you’.
She licked her teeth and lips
running her tongue over a minutiae of
bacteria and cupcake leftovers, we made eye contact
as her hands crawled down her Buddha belly and
into a dark place that you just know
that no-one has been for a long time.
‘Excuse me,’ I say
‘but can’t you do that somewhere else…
I’ve just eaten.’
