Rita’s Off the Charts

Donna Dallas

With her whoring

that long block between Whitaker

and Grant

she took it in laps

legs grinded like gears in a Mustang

gold moon howled

Rita was bent

she upped her game

with a red satin padded bra

snatched from Mandee Clothing

she pulled the baggie from 

under her A cup 

fast and smooth

A bump here and there

for the long haul

she blazed through the cars

and trucks

picked apart a Wendy’s burger

to get to the beef

Rita wasn’t hungry

but she wasn’t denying free food

and thinking best part is

the meat

always is