by Jeph Johnson
with a meow
like a feline pantomime
she climbs into the arena
on the stage where everything happens
she's bare
but not uncovered
next her curtains fall
revealing all
revealing all
but everything
from the stage where everything happens
she stares and I'm discovered
underneath lace
a strobe-paced
smiling face
I can't embrace
giggles to
the rolling beat
of this girl
my jaw drops
thinking out loud
of how
her moves
entrap me
in this world
of ultra love
and pseudo-adoration
smoke and alcohol
and ad-lib masturbation
she journeys to my table
with choreographed esteem
yet I am unable
to explain this dream
without a label
without Kathleen