The New Normal

For today’s prompt, write an exotic poem.

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The New Normal

That new dancer has some style
legs as long as night
I wonder how high her heels
are within those Tyvek boots

Clear plastic in all the right places
crinkling like the couch at grandma’s
she spoke but her lilting voice
was muffled by the full-facepiece

Exotic dancers are working extra hard
these days for me so I insert
my chip in the card reader dangling
from her reinforced garter

Things just haven’t been the same
at the strip club since the pandemic

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4 Responses to The New Normal

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    I heard and felt that crinkle and you had me sad and giggling at once.

  2. jupitergrant says:

    Fantastic! A very dystopian vision

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