Bat

By Shannon Hubbell

We sit, brittle,
In the Spotted Cat and watch
the bat, inflatable and radiant
green, "Coors" scrawled
darkly across, as it is passed
hand to hand down the bar.
Each stool-sitter takes
a turn swinging, dealing
drubbings and judgement.
Drunken tyrants beknighting
the bar-keep, striking
tipless tourists with
despotic pops.

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