The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

someone opened the door
someone came in
sat down
drank

everything happened before
like this
someone danced
someone laughed

you were never born
like this
and the guitar player
and the singer
and the girls on the floor
circling snapping their fingers

and me
looking at a girl
at a table going clap clap clap
sensuously swaying
like this has never been done
before