blonde in a morning show

eye my desperately sexy call girl
discomforted combustions of laughter
through muffling teeth rubbed with lubricants and old money
grimaces of honey badgers with bronze legs wriggling through lacks of skirt
her bare bones flailing in fits of anxious puppetry

her tangling of mixed expressions swiveling outward from the chair
while studio light perspires the weight that pours away her face
and audience members vacantly bear down with smiles and sins
the cameras closing in on her and making it for the show
beckoning us outside into the cruelness after coffee
beckoning us outside into the cruelness