No Kiss On The Mouth

The hooker had saved a piece of herself,

a part kept new not old

 

As pure and pristine as a fresh running stream,

never bartered, never sold

 

The johns came and went, the money got spent,

each trick relined with pain

 

But in one sacred place, her past is erased

—where sun blocks out the rain

 

(The New Room: December, 2021)

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