Working Girl
 
Her stilettos tap Morse code
along the sidewalk
near the river, tell men
who stand on street corners
or wait in cars, with grins
on their faces, that she’s ready
for service. Skirt hikes
up her thighs, red lips plump up,
blonde wig camouflages
the short, dark locks
she keeps for herself.
Men with alcohol on their breath
ask how much as the water
quietly slaps against itself.