Bill from outside Salem
rubbed my sprained foot
leaning in close
whiskey breath
and bloody marys
showed me his "cats:"
6 tattoos on his forearms
bragged about his son
with no college education
making $18 an hour
when a baby cried
seven rows ahead
he held his hand in the air
and rubbed his thumb against
the pads of his fingers
"you gotta rub his ear"
to soothe his pain
Bill called me Emerald
because he couldn't remember Emily
he told me the man I was drifting from
had different feelings too
that it isn't my fault.
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