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