I am really not passible
Just **** as possible
For a well-worn *****.
And, they call me Missy
Because I don’t think I can
Act like a masculine man
So spare me your hissy fit
Go someplace and get over it.

I can walk well in high heels
Don’t need any training wheels.
My taste in clothes is excellent
Not the slightest bit recalcitrant.
I’m fully into the new club scene
About half way to a drag queen.
One more piece of women’s wear
I’ll be ready to go about anywhere.

My movements are very delicate
And that is, of course, deliberate.
You get more if you advertise
And some assets I can’t disguise.
I’m six feet tall in my stocking feet
As spicy as Red Hots and twice as sweet.
If you don’t like your she-girls tall
Then you don’t know what’s good at all.

You’ll find me in cabarets, everywhere.
We’ll be up at the bar or in a chair
Showing off our legs and swinging
Lip-synching the words the juke is singing.
We’ll appreciate a drink, if you are buying,
We’ll make your day complete without trying.
We’re full of fun and know lots of jokes.
We’re a short vacation for the right blokes.

(And, no. It is not autobiographical.)

I don’t think I offended her,
And I don’t think she was sad
But the way she looked out at us
With envy, perhaps,
As we walked out of the club
Left me feeling something
In the pit of my stomach
I can’t quite understand.

She stared as if
We were kids at the party,
Boredom matching desires
To let the night take fire,
Arriving in nice cars,
Ordering expensive drinks
Watching a show
We'd only paid money to see.

She stared as if
Not from her view;
Legs split
Betwixt stage and sound,
Dancing somewhere between
Some kind of neon dream,
And a place she’d prefer not to be.

Smiles
Laughter
Liquor
Plasma screens
Cash registers
Deep cologne scents
Bouncers
Hot wings
Hair gel
Loud speakers
Lip gloss
High heels
Tight skirts
Cigarette smoke
Cell phones
Watches
Car keys
Last call for alcohol

I see you in your black corset
    Shiny as a raven’s claw
      Your hair
         Hips swerving
   Sipping a stiff drink
         In a dark corner
          Mascara thick
              Lipstick full
        In crimson bloom

        Plump lips - glazed eyes
           Fishnets and stilettos

                     Swaying

         Unto the dance floor
      Becoming one
  With the music
While unraveling yourself
       From our mortal fetters
                    Bone fingers
         Reaching, beckoning
      As you are enveloped

By the strobe-lights and fog

             Evaporating

   Only your pale silhouette remains
              On my tongue

they met in a crowded place
face after face
he saw her a while away but felt so close
he felt too hot in his jacket
she saw him a little closer, her feet wouldn't stop
even though they've been strained in tall shoes all night
she slurred her words to ask him something like
do I know you
his words meshed together that sounded something like
do you want to?
they had no intention of getting to know each other a little better,
just getting to know each other a little better
he eventually got out of his jacket and she didn't need to wear her high heels anymore
the next morning, she and her tall shoes were gone and he wonders
when will the next one night stand stay?...one night stand... stay one night?
but he always leaves the door open when he leaves too so he cant blame her

The Sharpie X on my hand stands out against my pale white skin

It says "you are a child"

With it a thirteen-year-old is equally restricted as a twenty-year-old

The sharpie X means no alcohol and it means no trust

It says "you are a liar"

With it they are making sure that you don't lie about your age to get alcohol

Is that what every person under twenty-one is?
A liar?
A kid?

Loud music
Hands up in the air
Carefree moves
Letting all your sorrows out

Cig in hand
Lighter by side
Puff hard
Letting out the O's together with your sorrows

Outside a night club:

Are we going to your house?
Sounds dreamy.
You were amazing tonight.
Can you keep a secret?

Outside a quiet house:

Tonight feels like a dream.
Want to come in?
I think you can use a drink.
“**** lady—that’ll work.”


Inside the living room:

Can I ask you something?
I want to probe deep
Inside your mysterious heart,
But first let me change quickly.

Naked on the door:

Want to take bath together?
You are so handsome.
I can’t believe I am living this.
Tonight you can touch me anywhere.