chasing the soul (novapsyche) wrote in cafe_brighid,
chasing the soul
novapsyche
cafe_brighid

Foreshadow

At the bar I sit next to him,
young shock, beard scrag,
a tic in his cheek like a song.
Three sips of wine to go,
then stem's up, my fourth in a row.
The fight last night, the drink
for someone else's girl, is still
in the floor as crumbs of glass.
I notice when he touches my knee.
Sand-small, swept in an arc
by a careless broom. A parenthesis.
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