by James Babbs
women laughing from
the table in the corner
and
I’m sitting alone
drinking my beer
eating boneless buffalo wings
and
trying to concentrate on
the big-screen TV
well-dressed women
with their perfect hair
getting together after work
drinking tall glasses
filled with brightly-colored drinks
and
I hear their voices
all blending together
another burst of
their laughter rising up
and
I feel like getting up
from my table and
walking over there
waiting for them to
stop talking when
they see me standing there
before asking them
what it is they want
demanding them to tell me
because
I really need to know
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