tequila and cash.

monday
she sits in the dark
her ass tingles
from the hard
seat

she wiggles
in her chair
she bites her lip

tuesday
awake at 3pm
at home
ramen on the stove
takeout in the fridge

wednesday night
at a bar
nachos
bright orange cheese
pickled jalapenos

tequila and sour
her will is pliable

legs wobble
a weathered man
with large lobes

blurry images
she relents
her body wants to
feel

thursday
she rubs her eyes
her thighs are bruised
a bag of frozen peas
between them

she remembers when
it was passionate
when she loved that
one special man

her eyes close
she lets it rush
into her soul
frozen and
on fire

friday
that one expensive
dress
she crosses her
legs
her eyes shut
and a tear

saturday
she thinks of
that man
with large lobes
between her legs.

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