setting

drive until you see the left sign
flicking flies from hair and shoulders
to sit in a chair while an Asian woman
gingerly rubs your feet with hot rocks
clips off shitty cuticle, paints flowers
on small metal disks they inserted
where your toenails were.
mani pedi backrub lotioned
with nietzsche and pepsi foaming
hair left long cause of something like spite
seeping acetone doze in vaporous smolders
it's afternoon, the television screams, nobody talks