Sitting at the corner table just off the main stage,
I watched as a girl danced like a mosquito larvae
In a bucket of water:
Twitching and tumbling to the rapid beat
Of bass drums and her body bathed in
Dollar bills and red lights.
Every woman walking by was the same--
A hint of lust and sadness drowned by
Perfume and cheap tequila,
Roared out of their bodies as they paraded
In platform shoes and panties—
And I thought of them like one of those
Mosquitoes trapped in amber.
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