In the Dressing Room: A Prose Poem #7/24

In the Dressing Room: A Prose Poem #7/24

“We still have a pay phone back by the three bathroom stalls with the doors removed cause someone got caught smoking weed or doing coke or something else equally bad in there but the girls in this place don’t really care cause there’s nothing to hide around here other than your money and you better keep that in a place no one can get at or you’ll be leaving here with tears running down your young and disillusioned face broke as when you came in so you’ll be smart not to trust any of the girls and don’t loan them your stuff or you won’t get it back–here you go! here’s a locker you can use just don’t leave nothin’ important in it if you don’t have a lock cause you can leave your things and your money with the house mom who’s right over there on the other side of the dressing room. Up those stairs and through that curtain there is the main stage and you’re up first so you better get dressed–My name’s Exotica. Good luck out there, girl.”

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