Blind Date Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She answered
each question
(never asking one of her own)
monosyllabically

'Yes.'
'No.'
'...don't know? '
or didn't say anything at all.

(Everyone else was having a ball.)
It was like dropping a leaky bucket into a very deep well &
winching it painfully up bit by bit to get a mere dropp of moisture.

I was wishing
I had stayed at home
& watched my washing
go 'round & then again around

my mind on
a slow spin
and wishing I had
put some Comfort in.