her kind

you couldn't take her
home
to visit your mother,
as the rick james
song goes.
it might cause
a ruckus
at the thanksgiving
dinner table.
you might as well light
a flare
and set it on a chair.
with her stiletto heels,
and low
cut sweater.
you had to keep her
under wraps,
away from
anyone you might know,
especially men.
but she was fun,
as long as you
kept her away
from sharp objects
and your
credit cards.