We ask where are we & then we are
In a quandary. We feel our way
Around—the room, it’s dark with surprise—
We enter & we light it. Slick
& curving close to the face
Like hairstyles of the ‘20s.
We plume the house with us. Our sleep thinks
We can save people. We look at
The lamps & their bulbs begin unscrewing. The music
Begins. We try to introduce ourselves & people
Call us a one-trick match.
We got a bad crush. He cuts us
Strings of paper dolls. One to one, they blacken they
Pickpocket each other’s pink. We look out
At the stars & they wince. Like a smoke detector
Our sleep keeps its one red eye on us.
The hostess steps out for more ice
& around the room things begin
To come up missing:
Where we are, everyone looks at us—we are told
We don’t have to go home
But we can’t stay here. Improperly kissed
We are messy with the crush. We crush
Together like violet like spring bulbs.
We piece things together & our eyes
Widen. Our sleep says Do you always
Burn holes through people like that?