outside the convention center the taxi line stretches on past the Mexicans handing out flyers -- cheap newspaper prints of white girls lost on the way to Hollywood, shiny white breasts easily replaced as all these Las Vegas lightbulbs you drop it behind your back where you hope I can't see it won't know that your fingerprints carry their bare bottoms in the ridges and the paper sticks in the chainlink fence next to Mexican wives and their children two steps back and fully clothed in the dark LeeAnn Heringer |