Perched on the corner
of Grand and Union,
her lacy skirt
hemmed short.

Cleavage pouring from her blouse.
Her body shining through her
almost nonexistent clothes.

She stalks for her chance.

A young man across the street,
standing under a vibrant red
and yellow umbrella, gawks at her.

The smell of grease lingers,
stretching its body down the
depths of every street.

Trying to sell each little sliver of meat.

A prostitute is what she is.
Selling herself away,
as the man sells his poison
filled hotdogs.

Parading her body through the streets,
being an uncontrollable role model
for young women.

She is the grimy hotdog stand,
traveling form one unclean hand
to the next.