She sits on a table at the far end of the bar,
her feline eyes—passively sympathetic—pouring into mine,
while the fuse between her fingertips expires.
Only she finds me,
me, the animal trapped on the other side of the divide,
While they avoid my eyes.
They with their cocktails and coffees
the bear with a tigress in his lap
(he, protecting? or she, shielding?)
the monkey in the middle
impassioned in a terror that never presses too close
the boorish man,
watching my passing as if it were a 30-second ad
the long-faced lady in the red gown
Banished from the ball for pulling her own carriage
the sexy snake seducing her mirror,
Yes, the whore,
the horrified, the perverted
all watching something I cannot see
in the green
at the end,
yet watching me
in the end.