a man walks into a bar and says:

“hey there, bartender, give me something,

give me something to heal my broken heart…”

something cold on the tongue

warm as it travels,

rides the map of me

pools in the brokenness she left me

a man walks into a bar

to forget someone

and can only swim in her

a man walks into a bar

and catches my eye

with his brokenness and faith

congregating an appeal

a man walks into a bar

and considers me

drops his hat on a chair,

moves me to the dance floor

holds my hips in his hands

his warmth rivers its way through me

pools in the brokenness

provokes the seed

a man walks into a bar

and forgets why he dropped in