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Kathy rides the bus 
an hour each day
to reach the club
saving her pennies;
last week 
the phone company
shut her off
less than  a month overdue
but they keep
single mothers 
on edge.

Tall and lean 
and yes still lovely 
dark from her 
Florida sojourns
she always  
has a smile
and a dance
she dances close
rubbing her pert breasts
up your chest 
her pencil eraser nipples
with their silver rings
almost within 
tongue range 
then down 
slithering, pressing 
her body  - naked
against your body - clothed
pulling at your shirtwaist
with her teeth
almost mouthing 
your crotch. 

Her story
high school  champion 
gymnastics
broken back - recovered
provincial diving champ
but we all have stories
two past husbands 
one a cop
“never marry a cop
always angry
sometimes rough
and after
no support."
Thirteen years
working one club
or another 
and never think
it isn’t work.

I’d love to answer 
her smile
to give her
my shoulder 
to lean on, 
or at least 
a ride home.
But I have 
my own story,
kids and a dog
at home,
waiting to be fed.

After the dance
she takes her money
having tickled my fantasies
for another week
and wanders 
through the bar
looking
for another customer.
Till seven
then on the bus
and home 
to her lucky  daughter.

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