Snippets From The Year

Bar lights shimmer -- neon strobes on glassy eyes.

A little powder, mascara, and booze and things will look better.

Perfume stings.

I poured out her drink after she fell against the ladies room door.

Got a drink? she asks.

Got your keys? I answer.

I don't drive.

Ok. I am worried about serving you again.

Arms in her jacket and looking at the door, she reaches for her purse. She is gone.

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Months later in the supermarket I saw her setting up mini evergreens with red ribbons. From her apron she pulled labels and added prices to the tags.

She smiled at me but her gaze skipped past.

We are not all the right thing at the right time, but we can try.