Whore of Babylon  

 She, says, there’s nothing in fridge other, than mixers, cigarettes and forgotten Chinese food. judging by the cups you go to Anthora cups that’s where your coffee comes from.”
I am trying to wake up to answer, “Love it’s no bad you got lucky last night,” watching her climb back into her clothes.
    No, you got lucky, I have to walk to the station take the D-train. on a Sunday. I am wearing last nights dress, no hose the fishnets are trashed, sky-high heels. Mothers will cover their kid's eyes, saying “Don’t  look it's the Whore of Babylon! When  I  get to king’s station in about an hour. The guy on the stoop, making lewd comments.
    “Love we  can get you there on me bike remember, guidos not a problem?” I offer, pulling on jeans.
    You’re sweet, No offence, you in Bensonhurst not good it’s my own fault, and I am ready for it. she  places her cards on the stereo, and says,” call me‘