Submitted Date 04/06/2019

Two cigarette legs

And a glass of wine


Fluorescent lights

Reflect off her chershire-toothed face


Stems do a criss cross

Crissing into someone’s crotch


Two dollars for a whisky

One for a smile

Three for a cab

Ten for a while


Criss cross out

Picking her teeth

Headed back to the slick

Headed back to the reef


Many fishies in the sea

Many fishies in the sea

No need to speak

Just criss cross

And flash those kitty cat teeth


Too poor to borrow

Too pretty to beg

She makes her dime

With her criss cross legs.

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  • David Ross Washington Jr 3 years, 1 month ago

    This is beautiful and sad at the same time. The way you whimsically painted her story through the words and the perfect criss-cross theme is just beautiful.

    • Zoe Dabbs 3 years, 1 month ago

      Thank you so much for the kind words David!

  • Tomas Chough 3 years, 1 month ago

    You really painted a picture with your writing. A sad situation turned into poetry. Great one!

  • Miranda Fotia 3 years, 1 month ago

    I love the realism in your poetry. Nice work!

    • Zoe Dabbs 3 years, 1 month ago

      Thank you Miranda!

  • Kiersten Felch 3 years ago

    "criss cross legs" fishnet stockings? love the image!