#2,626 An Escort in Town
I am on ‘nodding terms’
with a young prostitute
[‘though she looks auld
closer-up – daylight less
in her favour] – I’ll guess
she is in her middle-age
[but off her pensionable
claim] – Layers of filler &
eyes lined by a too-thick
brush – her vape exhales
as fleet fog across her – I
behold her draws on her
throw-away piece [lips &
pout stretched by repeat
& need] – she commands
yards of road a mute – no
words – & a horn’ll sound
out a call-to – that punter
who will go beyond nods