DOGS

She came in from th’ downfall. She never looked upset and I had dealt with her before so I’ve seen her at her no so finest. She came up to me. Does she remember me? Surely not… No way!
    “Hey Mo’” she says to me.
    “Hey KayKay” I say to this drenched ol’ goodtime gal.
    “I’ve been kicked out by that fucker, can you give me a ride…”
    I ponder and swallow hoping to get th’ most out of this but not shatter th’ shattered. “Sure the cars parked out in th’ back parking lot”
    We walk to my old Chevy Caprice and get her inside where she sits there in silence.
    …..
    “I’m so tired of this…”
    “I’m so tired of this bullshit”
    To see a hooker cry is like watching a storm turn to a rainbow. You look at them as more human. You feel like as if you’d been baptized. Washed in th’ sins. It leaves you wrong. It leaves you.
    (I wander how far this will go tonight?)
    “Can you stop on State Street by the scaffold where I hid my things”
    “Sure” I say.
    Miles later we arrive at an old house with lots of broke down cars parked in front and on the side… she’s still crying.
    “KayKay?”
    “Yeah Mo‘”
    “I wanna make love to you someday but you need sleep and I’m drunk. Your dog looks hungry…”
    “I guess I should go Mo’ but I’ll see you soon…” ….. She says.
    Your dog looks hungry… My dogs are tired.