M. Chavez The 2River View, 9.3 (Spring 2005)
The Oldest Profession Listen to the Poem

She finds it difficult to breathe on all fours,
she’s been hanging
like christ and her lungs are full.
She spews lust
at the guests,
they eat it
like pigs.
The heat of the spotlight
has burned her skin
to papyrus, she draws blood
back from the vein, writes
on the wall,
that she's pretty

and that it ought to be
worth something.

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