Heart Shapes in My Guinness

I taught her to play
Sitting at the bar while she stood
Pulling me pints of Guinness
And leaving
Heart shapes in the foam
Setting it down unsettled with its mercurial haze
And moving pawns

I laughed “Hey, where’s the shamrock?”
And her narrowed eyes grew more and more narrow
As she moved another piece

“Are you letting me win?” she asked
I took a drink, a long drink, moving my queen
And letting her know
How she could win
If she wanted to win

She won and I finished my drink
“Can I help you close up?” I asked
And she told me to put all the chairs up on the tables
And to sweep all around and I did
And then I left, drunk
Happy to have lost