| now is | once was | came from | heard tell |

12:01 a.m. - 2004-08-06

adoption sequence

She said, there's a certain something that she looks for. My eyes are wide at her, at the way she pretends not to be giving me instructions. She says, crossed legs, knees together, you're not a whore, are you? And my eyes grow wider, silent. She wants to know what I am, what I'm thinking. I refuse her and she tries again. Verbal. "Did I say something wrong?" It takes me a moment. I look at the floor and her hair and her hands. At my satin skirt, fishnet tights and knees wide apart. "I love- I mean… I value so much… my ability to be a whore." She stares at me, flicks an ember from her cigarette.

"Yes, but then you're my whore".

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