Poem | the man behind the bar.

To kill a man

is to kill a child.

To kill a husband

is to kill a grandfather.

To kill a grandfather is

to kill a generation.

I’ve always wanted

to kill a man.

I look to the man

in front.

Talking as though

he owned the wold,

as if

the world owed him.

I look to him

and wonder…

Have I found

my man?

I drink beer

and ease

my left,

see him

do the same.

His eyes

dissolving

into mine.

I lower my drink

and so does he.

I return home.

Sleep until

I forget

who

saw

me.

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