Let’s not sit around waiting for friends
who’ll never show up—not with those soldiers outside.
Wave them all in for a gin.
I’d like to leave before the karaoke starts.
It always reminds me of nightmares where you show up
for school in your nightgown.
That server is far too young to look so desolate.
Again, you don’t answer.
Which makes me wonder if you’re even here. My God, whose
arm have I been holding all this time?
