Koots by Madeline PestolesiSitting wedged into a corner
I avoid the random feel up of a stranger.
I stare
At my cheap ass beer ringing the table with wet
To avoid making eye contact with the prowling meat-marketers.
To the right
The muffled horn sounds Charlie Brown's teacher makes honk out of a stranger
I nod and pretend to listen.
To the left
A sea of miniskirts and haltertops.
My beer,
Is no longer entertaining.
I look up
Unfortunately
To make eye contact with a real
Alaskan looker.
Though I quickly look away,
He approaches
Offers to buy a drink.
I smile and nod
But not in a
"I wanna do you" way.
And when he turns his back to order,
I jump down from the stool
And leave him in a cloud of sawdust. 05/07/2004 Posted on 05/07/2004 Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
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