Before Puking Poem by Jon Edward Walker

she pointed to the
red haired man with the
pony tail
and refferred to him
as her husband
yet danced with me,
clumsily,
awkwardly
she was horrible
at following.
Later
Pony Tail man,
robust with blue eyes,
laughed
and told me he wasn’t
her husband
but she’d been
introducing him
as that
or fiance
or boyfriend
for a couple of hours now
so he figured
he was in.
I agreed.
when she returned
from the ladies room
I danced with her
once more,
then left
and puked
in an alley.