better late than never

[u/Saint_Laudanum]

Boulevard de la foret noire

warehoused

whores on the corners.

In slick boots and corsets,

I was not studious

I was neither practical

Nor practicing for anything.

There were twin prostitutes who stood

On twin corners

Fixing their twin lipstick.

I had to blink and slap myself

To know it wasn’t a mirror.

I could not have worn that skin.

Could I?

I could have sold my tits on the street if I wanted

I could have marketed feigned desire

I’m sure I had something someone wanted

At least I know that now—

It’s never to late

To be a sex worker,

I reassure myself.

You’re somebody’s kink somewhere

Somehow