“A Hooker Returning to Her Corner” 2/17/1998
A long time goodbye
happiness etched on a street corner
wrapped around an empty soul
to void the chill of deception
rain on flesh
rolling and fumbling
sorrow is no longer sweet like honey
seldom does she feel
what she is being robbed of
she once fell when
she wasn’t looking
Notes:
Based on the word use in this poem and the date, I suspect it was one of my magnetic poetry creations. No idea why I would actually write a poem about a prostitute when I was 17.
danielle dreger 