I had my elbows uncomfortably placed

On a sticky bar in West Hollywood

Drinking out of a glass that was larger

Than my face. Distracted, I saw her

Wisp her hair in front of her mouth,

Then away from her eyes, and let out

A smile, to someone she may have known.

On the verge of inebriation, I lifted my

Sticky elbows, with the sound of velcro parting

And followed my feet toxically towards her.

“Well, I saw you from over there (pointing) and felt

Compelled to say hello. And buy you a drink.”

“Sure. Hoegaarden.” A voice like newborn deer

Retreating to bushels of overgrown wildflower.

Blonde hair, as bouncy as her demeanor, and eyes

Like parting glaciers. I was lost in an incoming wave of

A woman, confident, beaming of class and holding

A glass in her hand as if it was escaping.

Her hair, her eyes, her bounciness, her calm collectiveness

Was never because of me, and was never going to be

And this was something that I knew

Way before I said hello.

05/07/2010

Posted on 05/08/2010
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