For the woman I saw leaving a road house in Wyoming.

Brautigan and bar fly

I am not the girl next door.
I am bar fly.
I am honky tonk, speakeasy, dive bar, ale house.

I am the antithesis
Of comfort, kitchen, home and wife.

I am erotica, fantasy, excitement, egomania.

I walk in
And everyman longs for me.
Long legs, long hair
tight jeans, high heels.

Not me, not mine
only their own

I am the poor man's
rich girl
The rich man's
dirty secret.
The sad man's
The old man's

I am the cowboy's city girl
The city fellow's naiad

I am trouble.
I am hearbreak.
Belle de nuit
wet dream.

Deep down
he, that everyman, knows
cannot belong to you.
I belong to
But not
In the way you want.
I am only passing through.

she staggers a bit in the gravel
as she goes to the car
stifles a giggle
glances around to be sure no one has seen

not that drunk
fucking bartender cut her off
she can hold it

cold, gloves gone
keys slip from fingers
she digs in the snow
it's the damn heels, the right spike is coming off
she paid enough for them
fucking Macy's

door open
sits inside
moment of worry that it won't start
don't think about that
she checks, has her purse, cell phone out of minutes
car starts
fucking piece of junk

she is trying not to think
about the apartment
her stuff in the street
she leans forward, hand on keys

that man seemed like a good guy
in the bar
he talked to her
classy like, bought her a drink
fucking bartender cutting her off
it's his fucking fault the good guy
went to the john and left
yeah, go home to your fucking wife
you'll never know what you missed

touch to her left temple
mirror reassuring
the scar isn't visible, makeup
she is good at makeup
would like to go to Josh's
he didn't really mean it
she shouldn't have gone out
made Josh mad
the scar isn't healed

her daughter
didn't really mean it
don't come here again
drunk I'll call the cops

cops, pigs
they're out to get her

touch to her belly

hurting again

vomited this morning
coffee grounds
red too

damn fucking doctors
self righteous, telling her

it hurts
wave of nausea
she swallows

yes, hospital

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