sour grapes

it’s over to me, he said, I’ve lost it.
maybe you never had it, I said.
oh, I had it, he said.
how did you know you had it?
I asked.
one knows, he said, that’s all.
well, I never had it, I told him.
that’s too fucking bad, he said.
what is? I asked.
too fucking bad you never had
it, he answered.
I don’t feel bad that I never had
it, I said.
I understand, he said, now go
away and leave me alone.
suit yourself, I said, and slid one
barstool down.
he just sat there staring into his
drink.
I don’t know what he lost but if
I never had it and he lost it,
then it seemed we were about
alike.
some people make too damned
much of everything.
I finished my drink and walked
out of there.
I understand, he said, now go
away and leave me alone.
suit yourself, I said, and slid one
barstool down.
he just sat there staring into his
drink.
I don’t know what he lost but if
I never had it and he lost it,
then it seemed we were about
alike.
some people make too damned
much of everything.
I finished my drink and walked
out of there.