Love Hurts



sara struts to the stage 
checks that her pasties 
on her double A breasts 
still stick in place 
The guy with the pimples, 
second table out, 
looks as nervous as SHE feels 
behind her revlon red smirk, 
but she's gotta make money-- 
the kid screams all day. 
she has a nice ass, 
legs like a willow, 
uses her fan to hide 
what's lacking up top. 

his friends push mr. pimples 
up front with a fiver, 
expect her to take it, 
shun him back to his seat. 
his eyes are the eyes 
of a boy she once loved. 
that was a long time 
before these nights at the bar. 
she kneels down to kiss him, 
lost in her dream, then turns abruptly 
when the dj starts the next tune.

Pris Campbell
©2008



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