At a bar

to silence voices,
no half-arsed prancing
with brand label beers.
A solemn determination
to drink until closing
or passing out—
whichever comes first.

Seeking the moment
when you forget
how he touched you/
how she made you/
how they called you liar.

Ryan Stone

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11 thoughts on “At a bar

  1. I read this poem and thought ‘hmm, intriguing,’ and went off to carry on with my day but the words somehow stayed with me and I had to come back and read it again. As mentioned above, it has got a very dark and ambiguous tone with an undercurrent of sadness and maybe regret that leaves the reader wanting to know more. I liked it!

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