Old Perceptions

It’s pointless,
trying to explain
or even to assertain

With neon lights
blurring faces
and sound, so crammed for space
in these places.

You don’t have to be
a trained carer to hold my drink.
You might just want to speak with me,
god forbid even flirt with me.

‘I do this for a living’ –
she said.
I performed an invisible shake
of my head.
I need to get out of here
but then she disappeared.

Confused, I hope.


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