Sarah turning
tricks at the bar
dazzling john's
and jaded drunks
with glimmer shine magic

Spins
a dime
shimmers into the eyes
of a lonely business man

He catches her
reflecting off
the polished mahogany
turns her over and over in his palm
then flips her to dance across the wood

She lands between an empty glass
and peanuts scattered

Slowly stops turning
ass up
face down


Later, when the lights dim,
when the last drunk
has swayed through the heavy steel banded door
with a gentle shove from security to send him staggering
she will tilt to edge-on
and begin to spin again

the smooth surface
of her
skimming silent in the darkness