Lady In The Bar

She was pretty much in a conversational mood
Spoke till my ears were sore and numb
Spewed garlic breath all over me
Killed what interest I might have had
I didn't say, but she must have known
Said, raw garlic was good for the heart
Probably repeats this to everyone
She hadn't researched
Just heard it
From the mouth of a friend

It wasn't by design we had met
Said it must surely be Providence
It wasn't in her culture
It just wasn't done
To approach a man
A complete stranger and talk to him

It must have been my skill,
My complete proficiency
My twists, my steps
My dance-floor moves

I dozed, I nodded
She turned her back, for just a sec
Into the crowd I disappeared.


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Writer's Cramp (co-winner)