Poetry: 'Younger, sitting'

at the bar on Friday Harbor.

Water, like a

cabin nearby.

I say, "Sitting." But—there isn’t room.

We stand

avoid eye-contact, as musicians of different angles



Kids, all of us

realizing this is how it's done in Ireland.

I've been there

a lot, recently


rubbing stones together



to shape the me I think I deserve

Possibilities no longer

meanwhile, at the bar

we dance above reverb

bright futures dangling toward incandescent lights

the musicians cheer.

Can we please not talk about this, please?

Tyler Dempsey is the author of a book of poetry called, "Newspaper Drumsticks." His work appears in Heavy Feather Review, trampset, Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Emerge Journal, and the like. He is a fiction reader at X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine. Find him on Twitter @tylercdempsey.