your favorite table, your favorite bar
you are sitting at your favorite misery table
in the bar you always choose for grief
drinking to watch the made eyes of possible
dance by the window and horizon
you have been here before
and know exactly what to order
the waitress comes and goes
it is a well timed sequence
that folds into your monologue of regret
like the cartoon inserts
in the sunday paper
you think less clearly as each jar empties
knowing the oblivion is by design
as the figures in the window become abstract
you realize that you've bonded
with this table, this place, once again
marvel at your ability to sustain
relationships
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