Christopher Woods, Old Brenham Wall
Another Round
Cara Losier Chanoine
there is a girl across the bar
starving for leftover affection
eyes fishbowl wide
fishbowl wet
like they could fall
out of her sunken eye sockets
at any moment
there is a person in the corner
that refracts into a highball glass
translucent bourbon
trickling through the shatter
and there is another person slicing their tongue
on the refuse
sharding it between their teeth
like the iced cubes that have fallen
to the floor
There is a litany
scratched into every bathroom stall
fingernails and keys
blood and ink
there is a story here
and you will never know
how it ends
Cara Losier Chanoine
there is a girl across the bar
starving for leftover affection
eyes fishbowl wide
fishbowl wet
like they could fall
out of her sunken eye sockets
at any moment
there is a person in the corner
that refracts into a highball glass
translucent bourbon
trickling through the shatter
and there is another person slicing their tongue
on the refuse
sharding it between their teeth
like the iced cubes that have fallen
to the floor
There is a litany
scratched into every bathroom stall
fingernails and keys
blood and ink
there is a story here
and you will never know
how it ends