Money by Donna Dallas

She’s got me by the balls.
I drag my ass seven days a week

to feel her green hand stroke
my crotch.  I play

pocket pool with her.
I smell my hands—that almost

minty smell that is centuries old.
Tramp.

I use her over and over again.
Then she’s gone and I’m left

with sweaty palms.

About Donna Dallas:

I studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly.  I am recently found or forthcoming in 34th Parallel, Sick Lit Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Beautiful Losers, Chiron Review, Red Fez and Bewildering Stories among many other publications.