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
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