After Living out of the Car for Three Days on Vacation
by Cailey Calhoun
walking across the Vegas strip we were catcalled
I wasn’t even wearing a crop top
but maybe you were we weren’t even in sight of him for more
than four seconds but maybe we were
we didn’t look we didn’t say anything to each other
but maybe I should’ve we just kept on north
we just kept searching for the Bellagio fountains we
kept pretending we didn’t hear the whistle
the shout
damn ladies that’s some ass
we didn’t want to say it was real we wanted
to roll our eyes at this silly story after dinner
we even had our hair up we didn’t have on makeup
all these words bounced between us leashed to our sides
in the crowd as the sun went down
if we said our thoughts out loud everyone else would vanish
and we’d be right back crossing staring that man down
and he would somehow still win
so we didn’t we only pointed out the fake Eiffel tower
and told each other how much our feet hurt