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Sunday Stew: To The Woman Who Mistook Me For the Bar Staff at My Little Brother’s Engagement Party

by Alex Gallo-Brown

I, too, mistake myself for a bartender
from time to time.
When I am walking through an art gallery
or private residence, like this one,
I think to myself, that fellow there,
he could use a drink.
Moscow Mule or Irish Car Bomb?
Pinot Noir or Pinot Gris?
It’s one of my true talents,
identifying other people’s beverage preferences.
I am not a professional—
I am a savant
posing as a layman—
an appreciator of art, say,
or the groom’s older brother.
But you, dear woman, saw
saw right through me!
Pasadena woman of the dangling earring
and perfectly coiffed hair,
I met my match in you.
I had thought that I was hidden,
when I was recognizable
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