You Play a Game

by Narph   Feb 28, 2013


His name was Little Bird, brown and thin,
his friends snapped wrists and
called, "hey-ey malaka! Little Bird, malaka!"
and he was brown and thin, and I
liked his smile and I liked his beer.
But it was closing night and my hands
were sweaty or dry, I was three shots
deep in someone else's arms, and when Little Bird
bought me a cold corona, I slipped and
dropped it on the dance floor.
My face was laughing but I was apologizing, and
his friends were nice but their faces were screaming,
and he said he'd come back with a new one.

When Little Bird returned, he
was still brown and thin, and I
was drunk or dry and three shots into someone new.
I don't know when he disappeared,
I don't know what I said. But I know why
nobody called him by his real name, I know why
his eyes didn't smile when he looked at me.

Malaka is Greek slang, used in friendly or aggressive terms meaning either wanker or a--hole. :)

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  • 9 years ago

    by Brittany Klein

    I loved how real this poem is! I know at times getting drunk is not really a good thing for those people that don't have a good sense of humor, (little bird) Great write! 5/5

    *~BrittBratt~*

  • 10 years ago

    by Hellon

    I've very intriqued by this poem...there is honesty there when you say you were probably drunk and I found that funny but...the little bird part has me interested and wanting to know why he was given this nickname because you tell us you know but don't explain why? Like I said...intrigued...love to know more haha!!!