burstandbloom

My favorite night of the week

I came here to waste my money on you, he said
as she (skinny) swayed in a baby doll dress
dancing/undressing to pop/rock dreams, and sad soundtracks- backed by a wall of liquor
You couldnt see her blush

She shifted her hips, touched her stomach, flashed her breasts
Men came. Waiting patiently to thrust dollar bills down her g-string- a courteous bunch they were
They came here for her
one-piece, two-piece
fast faster, slow slower
they didnt care how she did it

I didnt care for the beer
but, I liked the view

Each cigarette keeps me alive
for another dance, she told me
I came for those dances
to have her caress my dollar bill, stroke my cheek, rob me blind

She told me she didnt like her hips or her tits- her name was Mallory
it was a lie
I played along
She pretended she liked me
That smoky, dim, dream was easy to believe

I came here. Just to see you, I lied.
Well, Im leaving. she said. Im sure theres someone else.

There was, there always is
every night of the week.