The Mobius Stripper

by Mikal Trimm

She dances in the smoky light,
Her back turned to us all,
And slowly peels away her gloves --
We watch their languid fall.

She reaches up and gently grasps
The zipper of her gown,
Then with a faint metallic hiss
She drags it down... down... down...

The garment gone, she turns around
With no attempt to hide
The fact that there is nothing there --
She only has one side!

 

About the Author
Mikal Trimm writes speculative fiction and poetry from the confines of his tiny house in the tiny town of Lockhart, TX. He has been published in several venues, including Gothic.net, NFG, and Polyphony 4.


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