Yokei
Lunch at the Strip Joint


Wayne Chirisa: "Exotic dancers, your instant key to a blissful vacation of the moment."
My Lunchtime Response: "Yeah, right . . ."

strip
joint—
sandwich
and a beer
tits hang in my face
dulls the taste of fancy salad

ass
cheeks,
a foot
from my plate,
money in her bra . . .
to finish my turkey sandwich

"Try,
try
again!"
said my friend,
my fist in his face
a quick promise, "never again!"