Old Perceptions

It’s pointless,
sometimes,
trying to explain
or even to assertain
perceptions.

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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