She moves in a liquid way,
Ebbs and flows across the stage
As men stir and sip their drinks.
Money in her g-string
Floats like leaves on a stream.
Some drifts to the floor.
At home, she will cover herself,
Sleep on top of a water bed,
An alarm clock glowing naked beside her.
Edward Michael O'Durr Supranowicz writes from Athens, Ohio.