there is
a taste of acid behind her teeth (china white)
that she feels well up in her throat
and she wants to spit this burning on
this man watching her hips like a metronome
backforthbackforthbackforthback
he slips a dollar bill into her underwear
even George wants nothing to do with him
she won't take him home won't
look him in the eye she will just
take off her wig and
take off her sequins and
take off her smile and
take off her body and
curl up on her futon
with no blanket and cry into her cat
it's not dazzling
it's just money.