We Were Watching

an exciting cowboy movie

and I said to my husband, I’m disappointed

we don’t have bar fights anymore

remember when we had that big one

and I threw a whiskey bottle at you

but you ducked and it hit the bartender,

remember that?

He laughed and shook his head


that actually we never had a bar fight, that

we were only in a bar together once

many years ago

in the Bronx

visiting my parents, taking a minute to ourselves we

walked to an Irish saloon around the corner;

put money down, ordered cocktails –

a few men sat at tables drinking

it was real quiet

and smelled like stale beer and gin.

About Karen To and Fro

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