Pole Dancer (In Memory of All the Girls Who Worked the Voom Voom Room and the Star and Garter)

sizzling, scintillating- tittillation from on stage oh, the way she works that pole would cause erections in the morgue. legs and arms and breasts (oh damn!) promise rare delicious delight. and that ass would stop traffic in the middle of a Nascar race. but take a close look at those eyes... colder than a pimp's heart; harder than gunmetal they tell you that something died inside. the lines is her face are not traces of aging but, of the hardening that comes from all that she's endured: the joy and hope that eloped when she first understood what it means to be a commodity she'd likely slit your throat for your wallet and watch, or just to get revenge on herself, for ever being born but only if she thought that she wouldn't get caught. and- man! look at the way she works that pole!