The Ultimate Meet-Up

by Tamra Plotnick

 

So I walk into this dive
And there I am.
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not the ultimate narcissist, but
I am very attracted.
So I offer to buy
Myself a drink.

I’m a teetotaler,
Answers Myself.

Dang, you’re good.
Too good.
Almost pure,
I retort.

I know what you mean,
Replies the other Me,
But I’m not sure it’s
getting me anywhere.

Anywhere? 
Where do you want to go?

That’s just it.
I don’t really know.
Probably nowhere.
I massage my eyelids
the way I do
when I’m thinking hard enough
to forget about smudging eyeliner.
I take a generous breath.
Yeah, says Me, nowhere might be
the ultimate destination.

Oh, I see, I say.
There’s a long pause
and then I tell Myself,
I think you have arrived.

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