Hookup Hunt

It would happen like this: night would flood the streets, and I would get into my car, driving to the other side of the city where prostitutes were pent up in motel rooms and men were selling dime bags of crack. But I was after a different drug. I rolled up into the dirt driveway of Arthur’s place and walked to his flat . The place was a shabby grey, the eaves sagged, and moths stirred around a flickering porch light. The moon glazed the windows. Inside, roaches scuttle back into the corners. We pretend to be interested in each other, but we know we are both blow-up dolls made of meat. Always the world with its cardinal sins... We rushed toward his bedroom. I pushed him down onto his bed with its dirty sheets and pinned his arms above his head. Grinding into him-it was like pistons pumping in a machine. The world slipped from me and-for once-a current of pleasure flowed through my veins. By morning it all dissolved in sunlight.