Sitting a few booths down
From a couple in the midst
Of serious discussion:
Now, as the tone shifted
From dour, to adamant
To desperate, to chatty
(Just like the guy at the bar
That only came in after hard hours
On his phone and reparking the truck)
Their chatting spilled over,
Bubbling onto the floor
Due to the jukebox
They basically seemed,
Excuse my French,
To “not give a shit,”
Slow-dancing to Their Song they paid for
Next to the plastic pine Christmas tree
Beneath the whir of the grill fan
In front of God and Everybody
Then separated, sat back down
And sang through Their Songs
“At” or “To” each other
Something tells me “To”
Probably has to do with
The determination of their eye contact
Was enough the room bent around
Whatever that was going on
Between them
Was the strongest
And most subversive thing
I have ever seen:
<3
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