Career Day

By Sarah Davis

Tolstoy filled your
fine dining conversations
before masochistic Viagra induced
pounding would cap off your night.

You knew exactly how much
an hour of your time was worth.

Ivy league diction escorted
your wage to the next level.

Their fantastic safe haven.
They searched for vanilla in
your spice market, called you the
empress of the evening.

On your knees for a retirement plan.
You were known by many names,
I called you mom.
Needless to say, career day didn’t go so well.

You bargained your body,
you swallowed
your pride
to better my life.

You always told me that
being the black sheep never bothered you.
Black is slimming anyway.