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waiter! your strongest beer. he leaves with a nod.the short, bald man at the corner table dances like an orangutan asking for a banana. his pot belly heavy on his bowed legs. i look at him in disgust.

the beer comes with a glass filled with ice. i drink from the bottle. the steinie feels heavy on my weakened wrist. robert moves aside the thin strap of my white cotton blouse. places a finger on the tattoo on my back. is this real? yeah. and i smile. in the nonchalant way i just discovered i know how.

i sit at the edge of the table. a leg dangles, the other foot firm on the concrete. a cigarette travels back and forth to the lips, to rest on one knee.

in the haze of smoke that rises too quickly and lingers too long over our heads, i see him. i don't wanna wait in vain for your love. i don't wanna wait in vain for your love. cause summer is here and i'm still waiting. winter is here and i have been waiting.

i need to pee. the guard looks at me, wondering perhaps how fast he'd be to catch me if my steps wobble and i fall. but i walk fine. i'm stronger than my beer.

in the cubicle, i thank the patron saint of the janitors. a fat roll of tissue cries out to me from the dispenser. rip me off, use me, discard me. look at me in disgust.

back on my perch on the table. a guy hands me a beer. thanks. and i look away as i take a hit. my eyes water from the smoke. i look with renewed disgust at sub-human at the corner doing another round of orangutan wants a banana number.