broken
knuckles, broken teeth,
wet, red clothes and ground.
A winner compels beyond bars of blood.
The wrap-around print of a victorious hand
impresses a small shoulder on the walk away.
The
Bar
It was as if the customers
had to pay to get in,
or surely, there had to be
a contest for seeing
who was allowed.
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II.
She stared at him the whole time.
She felt the same of him.
III.
"At last," the bartender said to himself,
"Today's been so slow"
"There's not a roaming eye at that table.
They went out to see who they're with."
I saw this.
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