Bar And Grill
In the Buffet I darken another afternoon staring at a man I may be. I'm guessing he relives certain weather: a warming trend he once held or the girl who stormed his heart to cold spells of rage. Chances that never change narrow us together and ours eyes greet the bright wedge opening the door. Someone else I recognize and don't know names the bartender and orders a double...
—Bo Whitley
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