have you read this

i was getting a drink. my usual. i watch the crowd. someone, is being flotsam and jetsomed from table to table.

"um no, i haven't? if you'll excuse me..." a woman politely squints at you and turns back to her conversation.

"have you read this poem?" a paper is presented to my face, face of the holder obscured by the paper. i looked at it once. then twice. looked around the room. and back at the paper.

"i have."

the paper lowered and it was you. the paper magicianed out of my sight.

"where did you get that?" i can recognize your type.

"whatever do you mean?" you feigned innocence.

"it's mine."

"and"

"i wrote it. alone. never saw the light of day."