A woman sits next to me
at the bar, and glances
at my pint of ale.
I hear her say, the same,
then I turn to her
to say good choice.
But she points to the clock,
you have 30 seconds to recognize me.
Running through several scenarios
from my past, I wonder
if I slept with her,
or brushed up against her poetry.
One-night stands less embarrassing
than workshop frictions,
collaborative writing,
or open readings.
When I glance in the mirror,
the woman is gone,
her empty glass on the bar.
I never find out who she is.
My past crowded with characters
in the topography of memory,
uncertain landscapes
that belong to someone else.
MICHAEL MINASSIAN is a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online poetry journal. His poetry collections Time is Not a River, Morning Calm, A Matter of Timing and Jack Pays a Visit, are all available on Amazon. His collection 1000 Pieces of Time was released October, 2025 by Sheila-Na-Gig, Inc. For more information: https://michaelminassian.com

A wonderful, strong poem. The last two stanzas are especially powerful.
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