Woman Alone

Elbow sticking out like a family black sheep

Earnest in its earn-less-feel-more philosophy

Waiting for the right pair of wandering eyes

To catch its diagonal trajectory.

Some claim it’s insanity

Expecting different results from the same stale habit

Which simply means they themselves are insane

For assuming persistence doesn’t reap long-term benefits.

The bartender is cute enough

And also probably gay

And also probably careless

About where his good stuff ultimately lands.

It’s irrelevant anyhow

In her dream-is-a-wish-your-heart-makes mind

Selecting facsimile smiles

As her unique fixation for the night.

Goes home alone as per usual

Not particularly bothered

Since fantasies provide

A proxy plane on which to glide.