sylvia - 9/26/00

going to check in on sylvia tonight, the lover of my pavlina. last time i did, i paid dearly. it was martini night at sky, only meant to check in on her and was dragged into supper then a long night dancing the mamba. bleached blonde males seduced me away from the bar, let's dance, they say with their bodies and i let myself go, watching the drag queens spin around me or was i doing the spinning? liquid cocaine coated my throat, the disco ball is glittering so bright, sylvia grabs me by the hand and pulls me to another floor where there is a green eyed black lashed man singing the opera, the divas are reposing at his feet, a roman scene, the countrymen are in the ladies' room and i wish he were here, if only so i can see his bemused smile and sylvia wishes pav were here and so we dance togethor laughing away our loneliness until the sky reaches that shade of blue black that announces last call.

a besotted mona cow-eyes me from the backseat. will i see you again, she breathes and sylvia smirks at my hedging. the taxicabs cruise down the street, time to make money.

it's closing time.