Hong Kong
A fan on the ceiling.
The parlour full of drapes and towels.
A pianist plays behind the curtain.
They call him Liverpool.
The cat mooches.
The woman puts her hands together in salutation.
A man on the chair, legs stretched out.
The woman kneads his feet.
The boss takes the money.
Sometimes yawning,
sometimes burping, sometimes farting.
Her chakras perfectly aligned.
The man on the chair floats above Tung Street.
His feet are factories of pleasure.
