Bar Fight

My mouth tastes of beer and
stale smoke
The girl in the blue dress flirts
She likes the way I talk
pulls her barstool closer and grins through
perfect white teeth and overbright lips
half my age and prettier than I
could hope to be or ever was
I think about
taking her home
fucking her in my unmade bed
drying cum and a warm body
and she’s the most uninteresting person
in the world
her generic beauty only a signal
of her generic mind
I go outside to smoke again
The bitter air cold and sharp against
my lungs
Feeling old
Feeling that faded ennui of the soul
too lonely to not be alone
a sigh and a yawn, I go home
My mouth tastes of beer and
stale smoke

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