the neighborhood pub

you go to a bar
where everyone is
yelling.
it's a contest
almost of who
can yell the loudest
over the five
televisions
hanging on
the short wall
and say
the stupidest
thing.
the bartender
in a football
jersey is dancing
holding court
with a bottle
of gin.
all of this
allows a woman
two bar
stools away
in a striped sweater
to pick up her T-bone
steak and
eat it with her
hands, sucking
on the bone
and marrow
like an animal.