three hookers
suspended on their platforms
each wearing something red
complaining about low pay
waving sumptuous handheld fans
reminders
of long days between stone walls
in crinoline and lace
I still believe it takes such
can I call it generosity?
death by stoning
no exclamation mark as the words stop in mid throat
their
can I call it generosity?
death by stoning
no exclamation mark as the words stop in mid throat
their
shall I call it availability?
a reminder
of long forgotten fears between two legs
a reminder
of long forgotten fears between two legs
I was dead
bearing the story of resignation
life took me by the hand
and invited me to dance
I said no
she insisted
PS I took the photo at a Rodin exhibition in Stockholm in January.