Law in the Bar by Colin Dodds
The bartendrix looks at me
out of the corner of her eye.
She is a fierce mommy.
And she’s keeping track of our sins.
Her goodwill accumulates and erodes
in quick, successive waves.
In another age, she’d be firing
arrows from a chariot.
She knows as much.
“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she says,
firing a rain of arrows.
“Thank god my parents beat me,”
the rest of the bar says in chorus.
Check the checklist:
X Missing work because of drink
X Alienating friends because of drink
X Drinking alone
A nearly infinite fall from what passed as grace
into the massive solitudes of space.
Billie Holiday sing
“Ain’t Nobody’s Business,”
on the jukebox.
And I linger among the last of them
who wouldn’t ask her
©Colin Dodds 2015