Mending The Moment

mending the moment

that i’m only partly there

while conversations drift off around me

i’m settling in to this

i’m setting the table even with the weight

of my pint glass

like if it wasn’t there

the table would just topple over

and the smooshed carcasses of cigarettes smoked

would stumble onto everyone

the sun peaked out

so then did my arms

so then did the insecurities

that come with them

laughter

is happening in the discussion that is happening

around me

somebody said something funny again

i smile like i know

take a drink from my glass

and watch the table wobble without its weight