The Apartment Squeeze
She cooks her bod between paper-thin walls,
sun burning through the open window
tanning her on the tabletop,
preparing herself to catch a rich man’s stare.
Her years numbered on the street
and eager escapes to the faraway beach.
Her nightmares escalate
thoughts of wrinkles under her eyes
and sag of her breasts in a distant mirror.
She rolls over, sweat squeaking on her hips,
starving her belly flat,
lips whispering prayers she no longer believes.
Hypocrite
He says he’s giving
something back…
Bullshit.
He’s just oiling
the grinding
of his own tired wheels.
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