“you know those drinking games
where we talk about “this one time?” so yes, like one of those
this memory stays with me like
a wayward fragrant rose
on a work trip to Vegas, the
city that never sleeps
the giant black hole of secrets
lit up with stories people live
retold back home with beeps
on a bright and yellow morning
my reticent twins feeling brave
nudged me and sat up sprightly
asking, if today be the day
they could step out the cave
i looked at my deep v-neck dress
and at the cheery morning sun
it seemed to me to say
if not here then where
if not today then when, hon?
so i gave the yellow slip a slip
let the indigo dress play seek
my cleavage cheered up much
and out we went the three of us
hopping happy quite tongue in cheek
in my sneakers and sunners,
spring in step, swinging free
walking down from the other end
was a khakis and white linen gent
old school, the sort who likes brie
his gaze lowered to my chest
i felt my neck and cheeks burn
tipped his hat, smiled and bowed “To your fabulous tits ma’am”
before disappearing at the turn.”
They said, “I would love for this to be a night scene with casino like feels in the background or anything that hints of Vegas!”
