What do you do at the bar?
I’ll sit at the bar
On a high stool
Pull a mirror from my bag
Watch myself glide red lipstick
Hold a pack of Camels
Place one to my lips
You’ll ask tender for matches
But my hands says no thank you
Light it myself
One deep drag
Blows near your face
You smirk
You stare
You sip your whiskey, neat
I cross my leg and touch your [...]






