On the corner
of 12th and Hammond
she stand, soliciting
her past. Those who used
her services now blindly
pass her by. She is destitute,
forsaken, left begging
for that which she gave
freely. Robbed
of romance, stripped
of adventure, her fantasies
stolen away. They took
her life and left her barren,
an uncertain future.
She remains, proud.
They can remove her books
but they cannot take her history.
