Not Selling Anymore.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the woman is not
that young anymore

though she speaks
quite fluent french

sitting and
loafing in one
of the bars in boracay

the name of the place
is Red Coconut
and there she curls
and crosses
her legs

perhaps trying to
court love
or whatever you
call it

i like to name it
but i can't out of
respect
for humanity

half-nude white men
with big athletic bodies
come for a drink

she smiles and they
smile back
and after their drink move
on to another
place
of interest.