Why She Hires the Escorts

She hires the escorts

Because they don’t ask her

About her day

Her day is the same every day

And every day is monotonous

So the last thing

She wants to talk about
Is her day

But when she goes on dates

The first thing they ask about?

Her day

And she can’t tell

If it’s because

She keeps dating conscientious men

Or because she just looks like someone

Who’s always had a day

No matter what the answer is

The solution is the same

Fuck dates

She’s too old for dating anyway

Too much has happened

To ever catch anybody up on it

Her mother alone

Would take years

To explain

So why bother?

The escorts don’t need explanations

They’ll listen to you

If you want to talk

But if you don’t want to talk

That’s okay too

She never wants to talk

And that’s why she gets

The escorts

She gets them because they always look like

They just came from a great party

That she wasn’t invited to

They show up

Smelling like cologne

That only truly

Stupid men

Would wear

Their shirts are unbuttoned

Just enough to suggest

That the idea of a tie

Was on the table

But ultimately
Dismissed

The hair has too much product

The skin is too soft

The fingernails look like

They’re made of mother of pearl

Nothing about them looks human

And yet they make her feel

More human

Than she’s ever felt

In her life

She gets the escorts

To take her places

Simple places

Like the supermarket

And the post office

They offer to take her somewhere nice

But she doesn’t have clothes

To go anywhere nice

And anyway, she’s spending her money on escorts

Not on clothing she can wear

So escorts can take her to—

Wherever escorts

Take women

She’d rather just run some errands

With a handsome man on her arm

And let people think

That she’s a simple woman

With a gorgeous husband

Who loves her so much

He actually goes with her

To the laundromat

That’s her fantasy

And that’s why

She gets the escorts

She also gets them

Because there’s a moment

Right after their main task is complete

But before they put on their clothes

Where they get out of bed

And stand there

Just stand there

All of them do it

Maybe all men do it

Or, at least

Maybe all attractive men

Very, very attractive men

Do it

Maybe

Who knows?

They stand there

Taller than any height

Posed as though positioned

By a Greek sculptor

Muscles on display

Light hitting them just right

Bathroom light

Not bedroom light

Bathroom light

As it sneaks into a bedroom

Is the best kind of lighting

For an escort

She lays in bed

And watches

As they stand there

Thinking—

God knows what

She can’t see their faces

Just their backs

But a back

Can tell you

A lot about a person

She lays in bed

With the blanket

Pulled up to her chin

And witnesses

This one perfect moment

And each time

It really is perfect

And she thinks—

This

This is worth

Every penny