barfly

By Jonathan Focht

barfly, digital illustration, boy Roland

six lips flap, bombastic hip hop 

beats itself, bottles clink glasses 

and glasses smash the hipsters—

it’s eardrum gymnastics!

wasps are caught without passports 

so you’ll have to order a sting.

I order men my age to pour me hazy pints

then rain green queens on the bar top.

all these nights ask of me is a number

and a breath. chances are abundant

even slumped in dim shade—

the seat to my right is empty

for now.