Entering, I find friends everywhere.
Those who can afford to be gracious
lift their glasses to those who cannot
afford to pay for the drinks. We
are all brothers here. We tell
prophetic lies and wait.
A girl comes in. She is nobody’s
daughter. She is like a virgin
wearing petals of the flowering peach.
When she lies down it is
for a purpose and when she rises
it is for her pay. She says
For love this time, only for love.
Nobody believes her.
The door is locked. Someone
gets up to make a speech.
He says For love this time, only
for love. Several of us have our guns
ready but I shoot him. They hold
me down and pound my face
until morning arrives dragging Sunday
behind it like a tired slave.
We are all brothers here.
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