Peep Show
The nickel ticket tumbles.
Click. Lights up.
The smell of bleach.
“How do you like me now, baby?”
She was a fractured dream
Her golden hair spills to the floor.
In a childhood fancy for glitter,
it’s him she stands before.
How do you like me now, baby?
Come on, how do you like me now?
She welcomes him in.
Fairy dust swirls with her hips
From deep with in her shoulder blades
charmed snakes twist.
She dances for him.
She dances for him.
Mosquitoes swarm his ear.
Pulse pounds under skin
How do you like me now. baby?
Am I the milk of your cow, baby?
Am I the stern to your bow, baby?
Do you like me now?
Her bravery rises as her tail feathers shake
She turns to face him to ease the ache.
His jaw slams shut.
Two molars break.
His imagination starts to quake.
See, a scar divides her torso
like a serpent in the desert.
How do you like me now, baby?
Am I still the soil to plow, baby?
Do your fantasies still allow, baby?
Do like me now?
Treason packs the bags of his eyes.
His tight cotton shirt has got him hog tied.
He fades back into the night.
He doesn’t want to be there when the coin runs dry.
How do like me now, baby?
Am I the fizzle to the pow, baby?
Do I repulse or do I arouse, baby?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
But all he’s thinkin’ is what ever you do,
don’t react.
Don’t look back.
Don’t react.
Don’t look back.
Don’t
Look
Back.
Back.
