birdy

he said he knew her sort
a flirt, a tease.
backing into him
with her chin on the pool cue.
like he taught her to do.
stop talking from a film script,
girl.
tell me something real.
it was warm
and her friends counted the times
he looked down her cleavage
(twenty-five).
she was the worst kind of person,
he said.
downed his drink
and left.
but with her heart slipping through her hands,
she took flight
chased
down the darkened street
to claim his lips
in a kiss.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

It's a short story in under two dozen lines--that is pretty damn difficult to do well. The title is wonderful--the notion of "birds" in the working-class pub or EastEnders sense, the notion of flight, but also the notion of "birdy", which implies a certain flightiness. It is, at turns, clever, winsome, funny, and a bit sad--a lot like life, really. A beautiful piece of writing.

[Ed Hart]

well, who hasn't done that...