A WOMAN WALKS INTO A BAR

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A woman walks into a bar but it’s not a joke

 

A woman walks into a bar and doesn’t want to focus on staying alive

 

A woman walks into a bar and she’s been here before

 

I walk into a bar

 

I walk into a bar and fall in love with a man

 

I walk into a bar and fall in love with a man and why should I see it coming

 

A woman walks into a bar but she doesn’t look both ways

 

I walk into a bar and a man rips the skin off a lime

 

I walk into a bar not looking out for danger because I, myself am the danger

 

A woman walks into a bar and why do men mistake the smell of Versace perfume for desperation

 

A woman walks into a bar and a man sizes up his hands to the circumference of her neck

 

I walk into a bar and it’s a cliché what happens next

 

It’s a cliché what happens next

 

It’s a cliché what happens next

 

I walk into a bar and I am tired

 

A woman walks into a bar and she has her mother’s mouth

 

A woman walks into a bar and she’ll be sorry

 

She’ll be sorry for walking into the bar

 

She’ll be sorry for walking into the bar

 

I’m sorry for walking into the bar

 

Why must I be sorry for walking into the bar

 

I walk into a bar and I say Yes and Would and Like A Drink

 

I walk into a bar and it is something I will not write down

 

A woman walks into a bar and oh be careful

 

I walk into a bar and I am sick of reading this poem

 

I walk into a bar and yes, I am drunk

 

A woman walks into a bar but her voice will not reach

 

I walk into a bar but this is not where I thought I would be

 

A woman walks into a bar and if the refrain is cumbersome then you are the problem

 

I walk into a bar and dear god, let me speak

 

A woman walks into a bar and every flag loses its color

 

A woman walks into a bar and be still

 

I walk into a bar and reach reach everything anything anywhere hurts hurts

 

A woman walks into a bar and enough

 

A woman walks into a bar and here she’ll start dying

 

I walk into a bar and where should I keep the truth

 

A woman walks into a bar and a man believes he knows what must be done with her

 

A woman walks into a bar and I don’t know what to tell her

 

I walk into a bar and become a contour, a silhouette, an illustration of assumption

 

I walk into a bar and I am tired

 

I walk into a bar and silence

 

I walk into a bar and dear god, let me speak

 

A woman walks into a bar, intelligent

 

A woman walks into a bar and it is dangerous to desire men 

 

I walk into a bar and desire is pathological

 

A woman walks into a bar and the perils of a glance cannot be overestimated 

 

I walk into a bar and let me scream with a grate that damages my throat

 

A woman walks into a bar and landscape becomes language

 

I walk into a bar and I still don’t believe in irony

 

A woman walks into a bar and I want to walk into a bar and hold her but I am tired 

 

I am tired

 

I am tired

 

I am tired

 

I walk into a bar and dear god, let me speak