Fred Aiken Writing

I wonder what sort of whore I would be,

          you know,

if I could get into that sort of thing.

perhaps I would get into fights

         with other prostitutes,

         and wake up in a strange bed almost every night.

or maybe it’s like every other 9-to-5,

         and I’d clock in,

         then clock out,

                    you know,

whenever I finished whoring.

though I’m certain I wouldn’t have many

         repeat customers,

         though I’m told that’s not a huge deal.