Big chested women move slowly through the club.
Pacing, prancing, pawing across the sticky floors
for five dollar bills.

I am wrapped around your arm like a wet rope.
Pulling, twisting, dripping into the alcohol stench
of your laugh.

The curtains part and shiny baby dolls slide
patent leather shoes across linoleum floors.
Hey mister DJ plays Baby Got Back as the
spotlight swings overhead
pink, then yellow, then orange
and then black.