Bad luck, it’s said
to connect drinks but not eyes.
Seven years of bad sex—
a bit harsh—
as if you affirmed in the moment
of watching the glasses kiss
your obsession with how the evening
can make you feel
looking away from potential
moments of spontaneous, risky connection.
Seven years—an ironic number,
as if your penance
were only the side-effect of everyone
else’s getting lucky.