I fear all women
but especially women like
Victoria
she entered my bar and
I paid her little mind
until she lost her temper
hung up and
dialed someone else
I need you to kick his ass.
okay good, bye
she was quiet a moment
she asked for another malbec
and said to me
so where do the men
with money hang out
around here?
I belonged to her now
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Victoria was charmed
by my convertible
Can I buy it from you? How much?
me
Uh…well it’s salvage but
I’ve taken good care of it
so maybe $2000?
she smiled sweetly
demurred
how about $1500
and a threesome?
I blushed but
gathered myself
well, it wouldn’t be my first
so probably $1750
it wasn’t until she came
back to the car with
beer, smokes and snacks
that I really saw
Victoria did not walk
she toured
the long trench coat
the oversized football jersey
the endless platinum tresses
somehow these things
that were too big for her
made everything around her shrink
as I filled my car
she drew a fat ass
sitting on a giant dick
on my rear windshield
and smiled a smile that
could buy my car twice
on a good day
I took her back to the airport
because Judith hadn’t yet landed
Victoria kissed my cheek
looked at me with sleepy, contented eyes
I wondered
how did I know this person
all my life but
only meet them today?
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Victoria’s voice was an expose
I heard her teeth
through the phone
straight and true
nipping her bottom lip gently
as she asked if I could pick up beer
it’s after midnight I said
then mixers she replied impishly
and snacks
the pleasure of the happily delayed
I was not prepared for
our first kiss
she in Chantilly lace
under a sheer robe
me holding bags of lemon lime
and salty snacks
on the threshold to her suite
I stocked the fridge,
made drinks and
sat on the bed
I cannot convey how
w h o l e s o m e
we were
Victoria and Judith
talked about knowing
each other since
high school in Ohio
they stumbled into the life separately
but ended up touring together
from state to state to state
duo or solo
Victoria, a Junoesque pleasure tower
Judith, a wirey half-inked nymph
they loved it all enough to call it matrimony
I told stories also
about the orgies I attended in college
about how the worst day
waiting tables was better
than the best working newspapers
I said I admired how they lived
on the margins,
but still putting down roots
every place they went
they said they appreciated a man who reads
it made me miss the days when
I could have made their stories
something regular people would see
a guy came by to sell weed
I didn’t smoke
but things blurred
I don’t know how many rounds I had
or how many cigarette breaks we took
honestly, it was all I could do
to focus on Victoria focusing on me
I kept asking myself if this how
it’s supposed to feel
fingers intertwined in the hotel hallway
stolen kisses in the elevator
sitting close like kids grinning
through grand theft auto
around 3 am I asked her how much
and she said $—.00
we closed the door to the bedroom
as Judith packed another bowl,
saying she really wants to play Bingo
in the dark
our smiles were
triboluminescent
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to me
lies of omission are
the most noxious
worse than any fiction
dead eyed in lamplight
it’s the editing
the palming of the corporeality
you did not just see that
because you did not just see that
Victoria told me she wished
she filmed me
as I sang for her in bed
Sukiyaki a capella
the words warm
and round in a throat
that slept too little
she poured more champagne
as the continental breakfast
sat in the microwave
returned to bed to read
a poem about when I
delivered Chinese food
her face contorted as her voice
resurrected the murder
of a co-worker I secretly pined for
she put the journal down
and kissed me
face still hot with tears
the taste of yeast, apricot and umami
we closed our eyes
zephyrs mounting between us
that night, I showed up
with chicken sandwiches for her and Judith
Judith laughed as Victoria said
she’s so sick of me talking about you
we left to share wine pondside
the dull roar of traffic
the trace flow of pond water
parted by dawdling waterfowl
made our murmurs hair raising
I asked Victoria
what do you want to be called?
a sex worker? an escort?
baby she whispered
her smile aflare in moonshine
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it’s me
I’m the one I can’t stand
after the champagne aurora
before the late night reverie
I left Victoria at the airport
she kissed me and coughed
a cough she had all week
she tasted like the Miller High Life
she swiped when we stopped at my house
between hotel and airport
it was overcast
and through her sunglasses
her pupils were dilated
what’s wrong? she asked
nothing I said
I went home and napped
while she had two more rounds
where we met
Victoria was substantial
a dense, stramineous Jessica Rabbit
but all she had was a pilfered grapefruit
and two kinds of
champagne in her stomach
I’ll never know how it got started
but the agent wouldn’t let her on the plane
that black bitch
Victoria spat that night
stop it, you’re being racist
Judith interjected
am I?
Victoria looked to me
like a child caught cursing
I grimaced
I nodded
also
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
she voted for him
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
but regretted it
there was another night
where I met her and Judith
with a folder of
blank bills of sale
and my rebuilt salvage title
my flannel-bound
auto buddy Alex met us
his eyes merry, his smile resplendent
as Judith ran her fingernails along his beard
you’re a big boy
she cooed as
I showed Victoria how to shift
this is so perfect! she announced
we could road trip from here to Florida!
she turned to Judith
right babe?!
the words were lost to ether
Judith’s sweet nothings and Alex’s chortle’s
were a green door made
of mineral wool and cement
I had lunch with my mom
in the morning
so I left as they
made off for a bar
around 4 am my phone rang
bro, what THE FUCK were those girls
you left me with?
everything was cool at the bar,
even if the both of them are
kind of wild together
but we went back to the room, alright,
and they both started messing around
and it was awesome at first but then
fucking Tits Magee walked
over to me with her bathrobe wide open
and grabbed me by the collar telling
me to throw down $—.00 on the night stand
because she wanted to watch me
“fuck her wife” and maybe join us
dude I’ll admit that even that
was…..AWESOME…even
if it WAS terrifying
but I told her I didn’t
have that kind of cash on me
that was when she pushed me
and not some playful shit either
this was a fucking overture
she was like, oh my bitch isn’t good enough
for the price I’m asking?, and then
someone was pounding at the door
the fucking night audit, he was
already getting noise complaints
before Victoria was talking shit
she yelled at him to mind his
own fuckboy business and he slammed
the door and jet
Judith was freaking out telling
Victoria to stop but she kept shoving me
until I backed out the door and she
didn’t even give a shit
she’s in the hallway in her robe
with her tits and pussy on fucking parade
and fucking vice grips for hands on my shirt
telling me I’m just a little, white, broke ass
bitch boy and I’m like,
‘girl my last name is Hughes-Ortiz
so you’re only partly right there’
and then this officer fucking
materialized between us
I guess the audit
threw an alarm before he
came to the room
the cop asked her to calm down
and that was when it stupidly
occurred to me she was
probably coked up
because she came at him
like he was just another me
shrieking insults and throwing hands
and completely losing it
he slammed her against the door
and put her in bracelets
as another officer arrived to escort
her to the lobby
I could hear Judith crying in the room
I think she was sitting against the door
they held me there for a little while
I sort of lied to the cops
I mean shit was fucked up
but I didn’t want to get her into trouble
because of, you know,
so I just said she was too drunk
and got too angry over a misunderstanding
they took Victoria,
I don’t know what for exactly
and I didn’t say bye to Judith,
I just left
this was the same night
I watched Victoria make the call
someone who maybe gave her
the slightest bit of attitude
getting their ass whooped
as all this went down
and in light of everything Alex told me
I spent the following days
falling for her
only now do I, a former journalist
and current bar wrangler,
understand how much I know
about taking comfort in chaos
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Further reading:
Why Sex Work Must Be Decriminalized (And Why The Nordic Model Is Bad)
FOSTA/SESTA Is Making Trafficking Worse and Hurting Sex Workers Everywhere