She sits at the bar
Drinking a beer, empty shot
Glass near her right hand.
It’s 5 am and she is alone.
Her feet are on a nearby
stool. Her lips are forming
The words, “Who the fuck cares.”
What are these moments –
The 5 a.m. need for a drink
In a town she is escaping.
The desire to flee from thought
From emotion, from the man
She has just left with the handwritten
Note: Mark, you are not good
In bed, you are not good with your hands
On my body or anywhere else.
You are not good at commitment.
Love is about doing things for another
When it is needed.
Even if you don’t
Want to do those things.
You don’t know how
To change the oil in a car,
Vacuum or mop a floor,
Cook an egg. Did we really
Just fall in love conjugating
Verbs in Latin class?
It’s 2 am and I’m getting
On a flight in four hours,
And I’m better at saying goodbye
Than you. Remember our old saying,
It is better to drink off a good
Sleep than to meet the day. Remember
That when you wake, there’s whiskey
In the cabinet. I left shot glasses
On the table. Take care of yourself.
You don’t do that well either.
Here is to two years. Love,
Rebecca. The bartender is
Still opening for the morning
Breakfast rush and the potential
Bloody-Mary. The girl, Rebecca,
Raises her hand and motions
For another round.
Kent Fielding – educator, editor, poet, activist – co-founded White Fields Press and the literary renaissance with Ron Whitehead in 1992. Fielding is an Honorary Kentucky Colonel, a BP Teacher of Excellence, an Alaska Teacher of the Year Finalist, 2021 Alaska Speech and Debate Coach of the Year. He has taught in the Marshall Islands, at Jefferson Community College, University of Alaska Southeast, Mt. Edgecumbe, Skagway High School, and at summer institutes in Turkey and Latvia. Author of a book of poetry, Chief Iffuccan, a chapbook, The Revolution is About to Begin, and a broadside “Museums” (Cheek Press 2023), his work has appeared in Prairie Schooner, The Asheville Poetry Review, The Jefferson Review, Pavement Saw, Modern Haiku, The Beat Scene, Frisk Magazine, Boog Literature, Night Owl Narrative: A Cajun Mutt Rag, and Tidal Echoes, among others.
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