she didn't finish high school.
she was never beautiful,
but she was easy,
and that was enough to make her popular
with the men...
later on,
she used her skills in oral sex
and animal-style mating
to pay the rent;
they say she liked it
up the ass
she's older now,
beyond her sexual expiration date
for even the most desperate
clients,
so she pays her rent in cash
on the first of the month
just like the rest of us.
she doesn't get around too well:
broke her hip in the snowstorm last winter...
now she just hobbles
down the sidewalk,
ranting about the price of
milk and eggs
she isn't much for cleanliness:
her rotting teeth reek of garlic
and vodka;
if you watch real close
you can see the cockroaches crawling
up the inside
of her screen door
she feeds the stray cats:
flea-infested furballs
with matted hair
and dull eyes...
helpless, innocent creatures,
lost and neglected,
begging to be loved...
silently, i watch
through the window
as Rhonda hobbles down the walk
alone.
