The Cashier

The bridge above her nose was pierced, Her nostrils were, as well, With several silver bars laced through, As far as I could tell. Her upper ears both sported studs And wrapped around her neck A studded leather choker served, With others, to bedeck. I couldn’t count how many more (I didn’t want to stare) And on her wrists, assorted bracelets Brightly dangled there. She was a very friendly soul And so I had to ask If she slept with all her piercings; She did not take me to task. She simply laughed and said she did, Not what I thought I’d hear, Since I take my earrings out each night, Just one in either ear.