dressed up to the nines, will he like me she sighs, has the chemical attraction, see the way he looks at me, wow, and the way he smiles, is it love she smiles adjusting her make up, another reason to be optimistic. The dance starts, he moves closer, drops a bunch of bills on her lap, she moves in closer, he is loving it, well,she’s seen him before, is a regular customer, is it love she sighs, siding in closer, do you want to look at that, he sighs, move closer baby, is it love she smiles. The evening drifts on, they go behind the curtain and get it on. then he leaves, she gets dressed, has the money to pay the rent, she’s just a toe rag, but for awhile she was in love, what’s wrong with that. looking for love in the strangest of places. Solomon recalled an evening, the dead expression, a trafficked woman, dressed up, or down, traded like a car, moved from town to town, her heart wringing inside, worn and feeling hopeless, they even have her child.
across the world, women were being traded in such fashion, from the prime centers of commerce, to the streets of Rome, and it was carried on regardless. turn them into babbling fools these men, their backers and friends, amen. it was Christmas time after all, and as he said to a friend, ask just for a little bit more, please he said, amen. hope he prayed.