The bar wrapped around in the shape of a question mark,
as if it knew we didn't know why we were here.
Deco lamps hung above since long before we existed,
cigarette smoke left the stained glass tinted
an unfortunate yellow.
Right-angle mirrors play tricks on my eyes as I see myself,
rightfully hidden behind hard liquor on the shelf.
I can't help but try to remember the light of my smile,
so I try one out on my face for awhile becoming
an uncertain fellow.
The reflection in that tricky mirror seemed to be
showing that we had become only me.