the words weren't mine

look she said I want to start by saying
look                          as if what follows is the last word
on the subject a generality
resistant to anecdote scorn and worse
quiet concentration simply showing
gritty specifics and no ambition

she was joking we thought even changing
her name to Luna for the duration
wearing less than she’d planned and distracting
the drinkers with their ache for summary
far above and beyond their cups they swore
they’d never been this convinced by the films
nor the other versions of whatever
can yes yes we can leave before the end