in the house of a friend
unfamiliar faces
in ill-fitting clothes
the fabric of minutes
stretches taffy minded into hours
the empty glass grows warm in hand
others’ conversation blends with music
the high laughter is loose and nice
no one speaks to me
i pretend not to mind
the feeling in my head is good
i slip away to the kitchen
where there is a door to the outside
for another drink
trays barely frozen
easy to break the surface ice
finger shards from each well
return the shallow water to its freezing
the clear spirit sloshes in
a slurry rises floats
there’s no tonic for this
why bother
there’s dancing now in the living room
i lean in a doorway and drink
the moments crystalize
a wall of thin ice
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