I see myself in the mirror behind a go-go boy.
Sitting between his knees.
I can't help my smile.
(Is this pointless? Most likely.
He works for tips.)
I let my friends buy me another drink, and I stare at myself.
between a strange man's legs.
He is so gleeful -
writhing for strangers - as I often do.
But who is more satisified?
We are both tending to our egos - but which is most lasting?
My reflection or my conquest?
I put down my drink and turn away.
It's too late to be thinking.