The Dressing Room
the dressing room
is an untidy garden where tweezers
weed, preen and pluck stray pubes
from one’s bikini line
the dressing room
is a war zone, of sensory input
a visual barrage of botched boob jobs
and nipples going every which way
but loose
the dressing room
is a place for waiting out K-holes
in the middle of the floor,
where Xanax bars and E
flow freely
the dressing room
is a minefield of ashtrays
and nudes, reflected in mirror
between empty glasses
of booze