.....clink

so we sit her with smiles slightly painted on our lips in warm welcoming colors

im naked for you

my emotions drawn in my face

in curves and donts and lines

mimicking the trails and scars of my heart

i sit here under the glow of bright tourist eyes

distracted by the flashing lights the ringing bells the promise of poker chips

clinking in their hands like the ice in thier glass

i sit here

with a black eyes and tired thighs

sweat smearing the alertness from my eyes

i sit here in sweltering heat

walking against the crowds who stink of hunger