every thursday night
he sits right in front of the stage
a drooling smirk
planted on his sunken face
he taps his lap twice
he thinks he controls her
but she knows him well
as she dances
while her body glistens in the dim lights
he gets excited
"she can be whatever she wants"
as if the stage is her home
as if that's where she wants to be
and when she finishes her dance
she's tired
and wants to go home
he gives her more money to make her stay
is staying what she wants?
is your company what she seeks?
or is it you
who is too prideful to go home
empty handed
