Mark Wisniewski
she’d come with me
but her eyes were on the singer
of a cover band
in a small night
club in Texas &
the longer he sang the more
she stared & the more he
returned the favor
it was
horrible I wanted to leave
but had I left she
might not have
noticed & the point
apparently
was to be noticed
no it was better to wait it out
not even the sappiest
lovers could
gaze at each other
this long without laughing I thought
then I tried to enjoy
the music but the music wasn’t
much
finally after she’d
slunk back in her chair scissoring
her smoke between second &
(same stanza) third fingers with her vodka
on rocks chilling her chest
she glanced
away from him
missing her chance
to catch me