I know
the uneven score
when she
tells me
she’s been everywhere
she can’t return to.
Funny title
she says of Naked Lunch
I’m rereading for
the 5th time
and she never.
The pretzels stale
as the air
but it’s her entangled
sentences free of meaning
that suffocate any chance.
“Whiskey makes me tired
but these drinks
are shit” she says
loud enough
as the bartender passes.
“Lets go somewhere else,”
I tell her
but she
shakes her head
“this is somewhere else,”
she says as her eyes
flash boredom has
reached close proximity
so I leave
With her faint
kiss for luck
I play my best game
of pool in months
while she drinks
on my tab.