She’d memorize talking points
Then regurgitate
Like a Tele-market salesman
To a hooked up customer
Wine, dine, home cooked meal
Imported cigarettes and cheap wine
Topics range from
Personal aspirations
Commiserations
Obscene sexual escapades
With the accompaniment of other girls
Who have way passed thirty years old
Yet still thinking they are seventeen
A yard of 18 apartments
Housing mostly whores
And local construction crew
The Men Enter
Stay
Fuck
Shower
Sometimes I bumped into them
Sometimes I can’t pee ‘cause they are using the bathroom
Sometimes they try to make small talk
Sometimes they smoke alone in the kitchen at midnight
Sometimes they’d talk loud well into 2AM in the living room
Sometimes I become so afeared when I hear the front door opening
Sometimes they all annoy the Living Soul out of me
But most of the times
I just ignore them.
She told her friends
That I’m her nephew
To the locals
That I’m her cousin
To her Every Night Grooms
Whatever that makes her life simple
She’s divorced from the old country
Left two kids behind to their grandparents.
She came here to be Free, to be her own boss
And feel admired from Make-up & Sex
And buying lotta stuffs.
Her kindness is attached to Praises and ego
Her cruelty is manifested by calling the natives “Dirt”
She is an interesting character
At First Glance
One
That I Can definitely Live Without.
