Hooker

When I was
A kid I spent
A lot of time
Talking to
Hookers that
I met on the
Internet.
I’d find an
Ad for an
Escort online,
And then call
The girl from my
Parents’ phone
After they went
To bed.
I’d give them
A different name,
Like Ted,
Or Bill,
Or Larry,
Then I’d ask
Them “how much,”
Or I’d have them
Tell me what
They were wearing.
They didn’t
Like that.
They just wanted
To fuck.
So when I tried
To keep talking
They would usually
Just hang up.
But I was a kid,
And I knew I
Couldn’t afford
A hooker anyway.
It was just fun
For me to talk.
Then,
Eventually,
I got a girlfriend
And I stopped calling
The hookers.
I had my own
Dirty slut.
And now, looking
Back on it –
Now that we’ve
Both grown up –
It makes a lot
Of sense that
That girl ended
Up becoming a
Stripper.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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