Going Rate

She looks at them
from her bedroom window
and sees a world
of dark memories
under cold jade.

The haggling.
The mental math
that counts
the number of pills
they can get
for the offered price.
“Come on,”
with palms outward.
She can lip read
that phrase now.

She thinks that
these girls need
some self-respect.
Someone needs to
teach them
about a better life.

That they shouldn’t
be giving
their bodies away
for so little.

A mild arrogance
crosses her face
as she laughs to herself.

When she’s out there,
she’ll get top dollar.

-GD Butler

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