I sit
staring blankly at the woman
counting her cash
and think
what any of this can possibly
speak to these desperate times
It's cold here
but no colder than
anywhere else
I have known before
I look at her
black skirt red halter
gristly but lovely too
She doesn't see me
and will never see me
I pay my due
and go home
sleeping the dark sleep
of my own unnerving
inconsequence
