A WOMAN WALKED INTO THE BAR
I sat in a bar listening to music.
Then a woman walked in.
Her green eyes punched me in the chest.
Her smile kicked my balls, dropping me to my knees.
A mustached gentleman in a thick blue sweater
Smiled and helped me up.
But then her green eyes stabbed me to death.
I sat there, dead and wondered if the police
But they never did.
They never do.
So I ordered another drink.
--Published in Lone Stars