Was Trinken Sie Poem by Atef Ayadi

she said:
''hallo fremder!
Ist dieser platz belegt?
was trinken Sie? ''
she said that in a bar,
in this flat swampy plains of midwest;
just few minutes after midnight;
co--vide empty hollow season three,
new year eve,
my bear bottle is half-full, and
my head is cool and one
hundred percent empty.
what did she mean?
obviously the language is
german or germain.
normally,
i do not answer right away;
i let my face do that for me,
two,
two eyes,
two pupils,
two irises,
two eyelashes,
two eye lids,
two eyebrows, and
one mouth
are my focus.
i like the trigonometry of a face.
like matter in the cosmos;
words counts a little, and
nothing is wrong with her intro
abduction.