Brazilian Boy
Brazilian boy
with existential eyes
dancing on the pole
next to black dancers
Brazilian boy looks at me from across the room
the disco lights light up making for a fountain of illumination
I drift towards him
my Brazilian boy
he and I talk while he whips it out
a tiny dancer
in nowhere land
skinny, tan, and waiting to be picked up by someone rich
unlikely he'll give a call
unlikely he'll write
the only chance you can see my Brazilian boy
is if you go to the clubs
and sift through the smoke
with drinks in the air
the jukebox on all night
thumping, grinding, on the pole
he'll only be interested if you bite
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