∴ at thee downtown Almost, Nowhere pub
perhaps you’ve strayed in before
we indulge ourselves for dins
overstuffed burritos with
GuacomoleChristmas-sauce-sourcream delight
a feast that may rend us to bits
margaritas flow, seemingly never cease
satisfying our craving for salt-rimmed glasses
remnants of which have just previously been baked
onto our skin
after many hours and then some traversing
not well-waypointed paths
since late last afore nighty
in the Promised-Not-To-Say
unconcerned with appearance, yet
i scrub dried blood from my skin
exchanged my boots for sandals
another trek of discovery checked off
and a toenail, perhaps a casualty
i feel it twinge, but haven’t glanced downward yet
still, there’s matters to attend to
nourishment and libations, an alcoholic balm
for a subtle pang whose location eludes me
rising for a bout of darts, i discern
a weightier drag in my aim,
and my toe, now numb to sensation.
the bartender’s pour has been generous
my companions deny such effects
i glance over at her
a shared chuckle escaping her lips
approaching, inquisitive of her tale,
my speech falters o’er my initial words
and now both feet feel off-kilter
yet she minds not
“i’m the late-mid and i get off at eight” ∴