Tuscon

I've seen you around
Yah I get around, he says
Not like you've slept with everyone around, she says
Yah, I've slept around
but I'm not like a male whore or anything.
I had a friend who was one, she says
stumbling off the cracked sidewalk.
And with that
he led them into the night
passing shadows
as he
draped his languid arm
across the blade of her shoulder.
That was the first and last
the homeless boy saw of them.
He was occupied
holding onto the tether of the
two dogs
as they scratched and pulled at
the length of their rope.
The other one had gone for water
and had left him
in charge of the dogs.
A young woman
in a short sunset yellow orange dress
unbuckled herself
from the restraints of her seatbelt.
The drivers door ajar
the homeless boy
peered into the Jeep
to witness the
rise of her skirt.