Agree To Disagree Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

'Would you care for a dance,
young miss? '
He said, with a debonair air
To the smoky suit that he wore.
My nose scrunched,
'I'm sorry but
I do not entertain past the hour
when you've realized
you're somebody else
apart from who
you woke up in
this morning.'
I replied, nonchalantly.

He walked away from me,
I think I spotted disgust.
But that didn't bother me.
So what.
I can easily tell
his broken promises
with his dead mother,
feuds with his twin sister
and the affair
that he never got over
ever since
her hair strand
appeared on his coats.

I took out my notebook,
yes, I bring one
even if I'm at a bar.

I took out my notebook,
made a line
next to probably
a couple dozen more.
Taking down the flaws
of every man
that came up to me
each time
I sat at the bar,
I chuckle;
I've a treasure
of all their misfortunes,
at the palm
of my expert, smooth hands.

Suddenly,
a whiff of musk
with swiftness so agitating
distracted my pen.
'What is it
that you write on there,
my lady? '

A man
in his early twenties perhaps,
came up to me,
gently withdrawing
his cigarette
from his thin lips.
He offered me a glass of wine,
I shook my head and said,
'It is none
of your business,
but it definitely
involves you.
Or where you're from.'
The men tonight
are disappointing.

'Flaws, is it?
Ah yes, the lustful ways
of the males
to get themselves
a lady for the night.'
He chuckled to himself.
How did he know,
I wondered
as I pretended to be distracted
searching for my keys
inside my red bag.

'Why write it down
when you could
have a smoke with me
and we'd discuss
how these flaws...'
Before he could continue
I cut him short
'It is because
of arrogance
that you exude dear sir
that depletes
all the nice men
in this world to take form
of ghosts such as
yourself.'

The young man started to
back away
and to my delight too.
Until he said,

'These flaws you speak of.
We merely lurk the nights
in hope of finding
answers.
And yes, even answers
could be found
in the flimsiest bar,
such as this one.
But enlighten me first
sweet miss,
how come you never asked
yourself
as to why, every night,
you are here? '