by Howie Good
Last night I went to a movie at the Upstate,
Marisa Tomei was in it, she played an aging stripper,
but without the cellulite and droopy ass,
who worked at a club in Jersey called Cheeks,
black walls, myopic lighting, loud music,
the graveyard of empires, where a lap dance
in the VIP Room cost you 60 bucks
and the vinyl siding salesmen from Trenton
got hard as she gyrated on stage in a G-string,
her eyes strangely dead, the boarded-up windows
of a once-prosperous downtown appliance store,
I wanted to tell her, Oh, Marisa, don’t be sad,
you’re beautiful, instead the guy sitting
behind me kept crossing and uncrossing his legs
and kicking the back of my seat.
- ► 2010 (221)
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