Ingrid,
from Ireland, talks fast.
too fast.
her green eyes flashing
in the pub light.
her hair
aglow,
her skin snow white.
whether one beer or two
down hatch,
it doesn't matter.
i can't understand a word
she says,
though she says it well
whatever it is.
it's lyrical.
poetic in a musical way.
she's Dylan Thomas on
a binge.
i let her roll and roll,
and roll,
not stopping her, i just
nod and drink
my drink. encouraging
her with a grin.
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