Peep Show
by A.J. Huffman

I am their by-the-minute-baby-angel-
kitten.  I purr appropriately
every time they slide filthy singles
through the slot.  They raise my curtain,
I raise their full-flag salute.  Exposed
and pressed against the glass, they pant
at the possibilities.  I pose,
slowly, revealing hints
of what they will never have, but dream
they can.  Eventually, I open
myself to their fantasies.  They cannot slip
their money in fast enough to keep me.  Still
open, I pause, wait for them to catch up.
They pay extra for me to watch them
finish.  I mimic their momentum,
if not their enthusiasm.  Pretend
the show was reversed, that my climax was
more than the collection of cash
spread beneath my feet.
About A.J. Huffman:
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published
six collections of poetry all available on  She has also published her work in numerous
national and international literary journals.  She has is the editor for six online poetry journals for
Kind of a Hurricane Press ( ).  Find more about A.J. Huffman,
including additional information and links to her work at and!/poetess222.
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