The Red Headed Hooker in a Maxi Dress

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Espies you walking by and asks for a light.

Lifts the cigarette to her swollen lips, and rakes you with her eyes, as you follow the slit in that wild maxi dress to a smattering of tiny freckles

Hot out, she breathes, as you find a package of matches you keep on hand for occasions like these

So the matches are quite elderly: they tear and sputter until the redhead uses her rhinestone-covered Zippo

I wanted to meet you, she says and shrugs

Then the #red-haired hooker with #football-shaped chebs (that are bigger than footballs!) scratches your thigh with a pink talon

Do you like my #maxi-dress? she asks and you nod, looking at her mammoth
baps straining at the sheer material

Oh yes I do, you say, and hand her a fat stack of cash

Later she is queening you and you’re in hog heaven!

Some of the noises you make:

Wowwww
Grrrrrrrrr
Homonym
Originally, Eliot named the poem after a line in one of Dickens’s more unknown novels—

Later still, you feel only despair:

post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier, you think

As does the russet-colored squirrel hookin on the tree above you.

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