salsa dancing
she thinks she’s bad
she thinks she’s the shit
salsa dancing under the new utrecht subway sign
in her tight turquois pants
and a white blouse that can no longer hold her tits
she thinks she’s the sexiest thing here
one hand on her belly
the other raised like she’s pledging allegiance
moving at the hips
bending at the knees
swaying her ass against the cold brick
looking around behind big sunglasses to make sure
that everyone is watching
she’s not even young
this woman is hitting fifty with a bullet
so it was either do this for attention
or start shouting at someone on her phone
she thinks she’s so bad ass
with her big gold earrings bouncing off her sunken cheeks
with her croaking mini-mouse voice belting out
ghostly celia cruz crap that’s enough to wake the dead
she thinks she’s the superstar on this platform
if only her moves could make the train come quicker
i can’t stop looking at her
she’s like a highway wreck
she catches me and when i look away
she thinks i’m being coy
because when i turn back she’s facing me
doing her dance to the hilt
getting as low as her old body will let her
she smiles at me through hot pink lipstick
all yellow teeth and gaps
when she starts singing again
i start to get a good ball of phlegm going in my mouth
i let it shoot just as she hits another high note
green and thick and shot her way
it doesn’t go the distance but i’ve made my point
she frowns and stops shaking it for a moment
she thinks i’m the biggest asshole here
and she may be correct
but then she turns and salsa dances away from me
down the platform toward someone else
someone who she hopes will be
a bigger patron of her art.
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