You're always going to see her around town
lighting up the barroom with her laugh
and those eyes that pierce
through flannel and ribs.
You're always going to envision
that mane tossed across
your pillowcase
and ponder how she'd taste at 3:00 AM--
a devil's hour delicacy.
You're always going to wonder
about second chances
and how you would have fled
for the curtain that time.

Isn't that the rub
of a life you can't divide
into paths as wide
as your imagination?

The man of the hour's
a man of his word--
But damn, you bet
you'd eat well
for that lifetime.

Currently reading:
"Big of Us" by D.G. McLansky.

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