no seats,
no tables.
so i inch up to the bar
and wave
down a bartender.
the person i'm with,
a stranger,
having never met,
is engaged already
in a deep conversation
with a bird dog
at the bar.
the drinks come.
it's all about the guy
now.
he wants to shake hands.
he wants
to be friends. he's a chum
a buddy,
a pal.
he orders olives stuffed
with cheese
and pushes them towards me.
he wants to be the best
man in our wedding.
i sip my drink
and say to myself, what
am i doing here.
i look for the nearest exit
and mumble the word,
bathroom,
then walk away, out
the front door and drive
home.
block, delete, hooray.
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