The pink and purple jukebox pumps Kenny Rogers checking in on my condition behind a booth. again last call wafts over wooden-paneled counters into my ripped, soothing seat into a half-empty glass of Merlot my fourth or is it my fifth? fuck it, it's my sixth. but a face with steel star eyes waits to lead me to rectangular rooms with many shadows
About the Poet:
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program. His stories, “Soon,” “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and “Tales From A Communion Line,” were nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.
Ephemeral Elegies 
Very interesting style. Thank you for sharing Tiffany. Hope you had a great holiday. Sending love and hugs, Joni
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Yeah, overindulgence in red wine can juke you into becoming a real Gambler, if you’ll pardon the pun.
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