Claire
Red fishnets
the kind with huge diamonds,
meshed, nested diamonds inside of each other,
barefoot
red dress, tight, long sleeve
absolutely irresistible, so aloof,
pure hot femme.
In the bathroom, I ask if you’re with her,
you tell me you’re straight.
I laugh and tell you that you are
absolutely beautiful
and go into my own stall,
Later in the night,
we’re both wet, covered in sweat,
from a night of total release
to bad pop: Ke$ha, Rihanna, Madonna
I decide that you being straight doesn’t apply to me,
since I don’t fit into those categories, mentally or physically,
and I find the courage to touch your hand
as you walk past.
We talk by the fan,
enjoying the moment of cool air with
I’m so nervous, I don’t do this often,
you agree to dance with me,
my ripped cowboy boots are killing me
the black slip I’m wearing like a dress
we dance to a ridiculous britney remix
at arm’s length, and it is so fun,
you tell me how hot your dress is
and now I know it is
because I’ve worn it.
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