Last night
at last call,

he pulled a
pencil stump from
behind his ear
and, on the back
of a napkin,
scratched out a
map of the universe.

Then he tapped
a filthy finger
on the southeast corner
(relatively speaking)
and claimed that’s
where he’s from.

And while it was
wrong of me to
crack open his head
with a half-empty bottle,
I’ll be goddamned
if I’ll associate
with anyone from there.