She Dances

For today’s prompt, take a line from an earlier poem (preferably from this month) to begin your poem for today. For instance, I took the final few lines of my poem from day 12 to start my example poem below. So scan through your earlier stuff to figure out where to start today.

I stole the first line from my April 4th poem, Let Freedom Ring.

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She Dances

So they might shed their burdens,
she dances to distract the puny men,
worn down from living too long.

They pay to see her topless,
though they can’t touch.
They just crave her attention.

They want to hear a female voice
that isn’t sarcastic or nagging
and apparently without judgement.

She raises her glass with their liquor,
laughs at their tasteless jokes,
grins at their clumsy innuendos,

so they might suspend their disbelief
and relive the days long past
when they were young and sexy
like her.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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