Alone at the bar,
I tap my foot
to a Roy Orbison song,
something about sorrow
and a woman from long ago.
Tonight I couldn’t write
anything longer
than what fits
on the beer coaster,
making up excuses:
I’m hungover,
have a headache,
a woman I slept with
had hairy armpits.
Not that I cared—
I thought I was in love
but she loved women more.
Is that all there is?
she whispered
when we woke
up in the morning,
kissing me once
before she got dressed.
The bartender interrupts
my reverie:
Closing time, he growls
slapping a wet towel
on the bar in front of me.
I search my phone
for her number…
Last call, I think to myself.
MICHAEL MINASSIAN is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online poetry journal. His poetry collections Time is Not a River, Morning Calm, and A Matter of Timing as well as a new chapbook, Jack Pays a Visit, are all available on Amazon. For more information:
https://michaelminassian.com
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