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Start Watering Me, Please
Between us, the bar counter ticks
dollars of talk. The warthog who bores
through rock walls with his stories and fills
Bud Light bottles with spittle sits two stools right—
to my left, the tip fairy’s darkling sparklers.
You dissect local elections with me because
whatever even though you’ve seen my jaws pop
when whatever. Remember when
that flirt, that out-of-order tease, refused me
quarters, and you said the change machine
wasn’t all that wouldn’t change? You’re alert
and chirpy as a hummingbird. If I don’t stay late,
how will I tell your eyes are still brown?
Offer me coffee you know I won’t take after
I pay for my last suicide cocktail. Now you need
to feed me like a ficus, not a cactus.
