The Dancer – a poem for a stripper

She shakes the thought of her father

As if a literal move of her head

Would drain the haunting memories

Of how he left her nearly dead

 

Perversion, greed and muscle fatigue

Trembling knees and thighs

Wondering what kind of man will pay

For a dancer with tears in her eyes

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