Silver Dollars
I thought women had
silver dollar nipples
not ones that look like
balls of scrunched up
panty-hose.
I feel like a
whore with my
nipples so
puckered like
they sucked
seeds from lemons.
I cover them.
I cover them with
the dainty dress my daddy
bought me and tug the
silk slip below my knees.
Maybe the man
on the corner
will give me two
silver dollars
if I give him
my pantyhose.
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