She enters the room
direct from a Russ Meyer
flick
a thick, bare-naveled
dominatrix
dressed convincingly
for the white trash factor

Something tells me
I can find
a wet teenaged dream
somewhere along
her equator
or fulfill some
Penthouse Forum fantasies
where we only give
our first names
and withhold our addresses

As she walks past the
admiring crowd
her presence freezes
ballcap wearing gigolos
in their tracks
and sends cellular phone sluts
scrambling east
towards familiar Halsted Avenue