Sunday, February 26, 2006

acting out

in some place South by New England

brian and i sat side by side at an intangible bar
peeling labels and glue off proverbial bottles
two-layered imaging together all the bad things i could do
and taking turns at the jukebox. he played a hip hop number

in a honkytonk. that white hat is just a slight of hand.

i apologized for my mood, being a girl, he shrugged
thin shoulders and changed the subject back to dinosaurs
and library books. time lost track and hours stretched.
brian likes my poetry; i'm tired but trying to tell him
that i like his too, if he'd only write more of it.

the make believe barman took the handles off the taps.

at our revelation i left him alone with a shot
and two quarters for the only song left on the jukebox.

next time, brian, i'll wear my boots so we can dance.

3 comments:

hardyf said...

that was nice. little story. ode to a random pub night? was it real? id feel a fool for being so involved if it wasnt. and hi brian. hah.

katy said...

"was it real"

hint: intangible, proverbial, imagining, slight of hand, make believe.



and riko, baby, i'm already married. i don't know that there's anywhere in the us that allows polyandry. we could always go straight to the party.



and brian says he only break dances, how appropriot.

katy said...

here's a lollipop, now be a good boy enriko.