“I’m next door at the Vagina Monologues”, she said
“I needed to escape those walls for a drink”
“Vagina. What a word”
“You know, I’ve heard that word more times in the last twenty minutes than I have my entire life…and I have one!”
I imagined her cupping her crotch as she said this
She thanked me for the drink.
Her hair was greying, but she wasn’t old
Maybe past her prime, but still plenty of gas in the tank
I think she was hoping for a little jingle jangle in the three queens room
But I’m out of the game baby
I played my hand
I cashed out
For the next twenty-four hours I laid in a puddle of my own sick.