For today’s prompt, write an exotic poem.
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
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
I heard and felt that crinkle and you had me sad and giggling at once.
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Excellent!
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Fantastic! A very dystopian vision
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Thanks! Even that might try my patience as a regular.
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