The Cheapest Trash Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

she stood there
under the shade
looking for love

but it has been
three long years
and not enough

not enough
to save
to live
of what remains.

there arrives
her man
in a taxi
takes her to the nearest hotel.

there begins
a sale of flesh
over a fountain of laughter
halfway through the night
she sobers up
and drinks half a bottle of vodka
and when
morning breaks
she walks home
sleepless
with a fistful of cash
that won't even buy
the cheapest trash.