Category: whore poem

• October 8, 2023

  Assets

  in a boat along the shallows of a drunkenmoonless night and you call to me from beneaththe lamplight, trollop in a ragged dress low-cut to showcase healthy plentitudesof cleavage, a bosom for all to relish—for a price, and as it should be. The worldwas always about commerce. Life is theeconomy of heartbeats, breaths, meals, trysts,and…