I went to the reading that I said I would go to. It was
full of strangers I’d seen somewhere before. The wine
unguarded, talk of symposia, authors with forgotten names.
I tried to relax, read the fiction spines. I tried
to settle into space without being in the way. With my back to history
the poetry came in through my right ear. When I smiled I smiled
to the right. When I laughed the laugh escaped my mouth
from the corner. In my right eye I felt something like a twinkle.
And when I left it was early enough to beat you home.
There were leftovers from yesterday. You asked how it was and I said
it was good but not as good as the pub. You fed the baby. After that
the evening continued into the long night.