You’d Stupidly Consider

If you sat long enough
At a bar
And listened, a man
Would tell you how he’s “accidentally”
Got his colleague pregnant
And that he can’t sleep. “I can prove it to you—look!”—and unprompted
He’d show you the sleep app on his phone.
“I wasn’t doubting you, mate.” Across the room, someone
Would refer to themselves
As a mess, though they’d look
Quite dressed to you.

“I honestly didn’t mean to do it! She’s so young, too. What a mess!”

You would eventually tell the man
That you’d like some space, and how this
Has nothing to do with him, it’s just
How you feel today.

“But it obviously is personal: I thought we were having a good chat?”
You’d stupidly consider

Giving him your phone number then
Or a picture of yourself. “If you want to,

Mate, you could text me. Or stick a photograph of me on your mirror? No, I’m not being funny.”
But you wouldn’t

Say or do that, as much
As you might like to.
As we wouldn’t say or do anything.