Her Corner

is Jacqui’s own.
Dee comes down
on occasion.
He will be her father.
Nor need he sample
her wares.

Under Alaskan Way,
cars barreling over
her head, debris
falling into her hair,
neither she
nor he is going back.

She works alone.
She has no time
for an island
here in the midst
of death.
She must stay alive.

Angel comes
Arieling in.
Jacqui sends her off
with bad news.
Beasley returns.
He’s kept his charm.

Angel bades
her wings goodbye.
If only
she had a brothel
of her own
they could prosper.

You see, she says,
the few own
everything,
yet we are too small.
Only money
begets money.

(4 May 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander