the man with the shaved head
keeps a rhythm
sliding his hand, exploring,
up and down along the wide open
space of back
of this girl's black dress
she squirms
down beneath the sequins
that ride the base of her spine
her glasses are for cool
when she licks her Flamenco Red lips
in the ladies room mirror
we become audience
this is merely a dress rehearsal
ksaint
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