Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Candy.

Candy
was a stripper
at this bar
out in the suburbs
six nights
a week.

She got paid
pretty good
had what it took
was only
twenty three
and already owned
more of her house
than the bank.

Yeah sure
there were
arseholes
who went
too far
who thought
she'd be impressed
by their car
who thought
she was a hooker
or a slut or
that she wasn't
in control.

Candy
didn't care
she just
laughed at them.

Laughed
at the
gawking gaping
carnival clowns
their jaws wide open
and their heads
turning slowly
from side to side
as they
jackpotted
on the floor.

Arseholes.

Candy
was lonely though.

She had a cat
Henry
and she had
her mum
who lived interstate
and she had
some girlfriends
and best of all
she had
her books
man she loved to read.

But you know

she was still lonely.

Anyway
this one night
at the club
Candy
noticed this guy
sitting at the bar
smiling at her
and everyone
always smiled at
Candy
but this guy
had a smile
that made
Candy
smile back.

How you doin'?

They talked at the bar
for a while
I'm a writer
he said
I love books
she said
and they smiled
and hung out
as much as they could
even though Candy
had to work carrying
drinks and
looking after the dicks
who clamoured erect
for her attention,
but Candy
kept coming back
to where he sat
and he stayed sober
and made her laugh

He
even made
her blush.

Later he
asked for a pen and paper
and she thought
he'd write his number down
and for the first time ever
she thought
why the fuck not
and she
remembered
what it felt like
to get excited about
something,
to feel nervous
to feel
giddy.

His hair
fell
over his face as he
wrote and she
gently brushed
it back and
he looked up
at her and she
fell into his grin
and drowned
in his eyes.

He gave her the note
just as the boss
came over
and said,
'Hey Candy
you're up'
and she said
I've gotta dance, Tiger
and he said
I can't wait.

She read it
backstage as she
was changing
it said

Beautiful girl
you turn me to gold and
hope and butterflies and
make the wings of the birds
trail cinnamon and sparks
as they follow bright rays
of gold along the road
it feels so right
you and me
like
skipping in mid-air
like dancing through a forest of light.

Candy
crushed the note
to her chest and
grinned to herself
in the mirror
let herself
remember the books
the words
the feeling
of the words
as her toes
twinkled
and her breasts
giggled then
she got ready
to dance for
Him.

She wore the
gingham
he looked like
he'd like that
and she
rolled her neck
to loosen it up
to stretch
as she walked
back out into the
room and gave
a tiny glance over
to where he sat
at
the bar
and saw him
talking
and laughing
with Mandy
and
passing her a
note.

Candy's
heart stopped
only for a moment
a hummingbird minute
and even if you
stopped time
you still might not see
that moment where
Candy gave up
forever
but it was there
beside that tiny tear
which
the guys
in the front row
thought was
part of her act.

Well
fuck him
she thought.

He might
be a writer
and he might have
had a smile
that made her drunk

but
in The End

he was
just
another
arsehole.

That night
Candy danced
like never
before.

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