Manhattan

A Poem by Amely

In my face
    with your whiskey intensity,
          and your "I'm gonna get me some" smirk,
                   and that "I know she wants it" confidence-
                       that makes me laugh through my teeth,
                       and drink faster than I should;
                       and say things like "It's getting late...
                       I've got s**t to do tomorrow."

               Which makes you half-step
                               to the side,
                                  and jiggle
                                        the ice
                                     in your glass,
                                         and check the watch
                                         you're not wearing.

                                           Which gives me the chance
                                                          to pat your arm
                                                          like a friend
                                                                 and say,
                                                                 "Have you met Katie?
                                                                          She makes a
                                                                                  perfect
                                                                                  Manhattan."