He was in the crowd, somewhere near the front.
Then he asked the waitress
if the champagne room
is available except it isn't there.
It used to be real.
Now it's weird how he falls
asleep without mentioning he was drunk,
that a small pool of bright blood
around his mouth didn't happen
because he wasn't
obnoxious enough to fight
although earlier on in the night
he wondered as he did about so many things
that didn't happen
quite as extravagantly as he imagined a trip
could be a journey
full of strippers he knows
exactly what they're thinking
if only they'd talk to him about their low
self esteem, their body image
mirrored by men who have to pay
and then pretend
it didn't happen
the way an argument ends.
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