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The Bartender and I Like the Same Song
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June 2006-December 2006 I told her
it was better than anything
I had written lately while sober.
She smiled, I could tell that
she thought that was sad,
until she read it and her face
slightly shifted
because I was right.
This is momentum.
Sitting back, waiting.
Not worrying if anyone can decode
my coy behavior.
Between stained paper
place mats and plastic flowers
that don't remind me of
anything at all, we
didn't know that we weren't already -
I couldn't rip up that napkin enough.
I wouldn't allow it to go back on me.
