into the jungle [a book of poems]

Untitled Part 4

it's a thirty minute drive

from your house to mine

and yet you make it every time

to feel the heat between my thighs.

you are nineteen and i

am a small seventeen,

but that doesn't stop you

from lying to me everyday.

i used to be beautiful once,

a real dime they used to say,

but now i'm used and rotten;

only my youth and sex appeal remain.

he likes to watch my hips

shake and shimmy against his touch

and put me in his movies

that his friends all pay to watch.

did i know that john would ask

if i wished to be his twentieth?

why, yes, my dear, i did;

he asked me last june the same way.

you've got too many films

with me in the starring role.

i'm far too young to make them

and you are far too old.

come inside, i know you're dying

to see your movie queen.

did you bring the stuff;

the liquor and the weed?