She walked in skid row,
half-dressed, and
talking to herself.

Grandiose like a
queen or a
princess, she lacked a

crown. She wore a wig,
which reeked of
the dirty streets and

cigarettes. The queen
of skid row
walked through a red light

stopping traffic as
she mumbled to
herself in a coke-

induced stupor. She
called out for
her king, a pimp named

Eddie, who owed her
a night’s pay.
But Eddie was not

to be found. The queen
of skid row
was crowned on the streets.