In the Bleak Midwinter


Made a profession

of lost stockings

And skimpy underwear.

Santa lady left her thong

In the alley.

Dignity adrift in trampled snow.

Though they did check first for CCTV.

Legs buckling

On insatiable heels.

Night to blot out

Or brag to friends

“Never in that alley before.”

Or him

What was his name?

Lights twinkle

As he does up his zip.

Catches his foot

In her fallen thong.

Silent disgust

Footsteps crunch

An inadequate

Goodbye.

Another Christmas Eve virgin

Gone.

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