Askance
the bar’s red lights I glamorize, lean back in my
sat aside sauvignon blanc
the parquet flooring and Nancy Sinatra’s boots
amid the cocktails the barman’s flourish
I inhabit the shaking ice, the clash of glass
it’s about periphery
the observation that is also a woman’s long ponytail
a man’s chin in his hand here
neither in nor out to hover and quicken
amid among a me
An American expat resident in England since 2001, Carrie Etter has published three collections of poetry, most recently Imagined Sons (Seren, 2014), and edited the anthology, Infinite Difference: Other Poetries by UK Women Poets (Shearsman, 2010). She has been blogging since 2005 at http://carrieetter.blogspot.
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