joins me at the bar.
talking. talking.
too friendly
for my taste.
asking questions.
wondering
why i'm here alone.
interrogating me
like a divorce
lawyer on the other
side.
the drink isn't strong
enough to drown
him out.
i give him the long
distant stare,
the one soldiers have
after a few years
in battle. but he persists.
sometimes the world
won't leave you
alone long enough
to figure things out.
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