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
to recant.

©Colin Dodds 2015

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