Other People

The drinks trolley was late
To the party but the people
Failed to notice as the film
Was running to time.

“It tastes like reality.”
Said the blonde plastic beauty.
As she waited for the screen
To fill with instructions
That activity required to perform.

We take our chances with answers.
Emergency bandages were distributed.
Eye filled my cup with the dreams of others.
The sound did not seem to be working.

With the arrival of emotions
Conversation became possible.
But the reliance on common dictionaries
Inflamed passions and gave rise to specializations.

Groupings mutated.
Wine cheese and nibblies.
Notes were taken and addresses
Exchanged but no photography
Was permitted.

The lights failed.
Suddenly without bodies
We fucked but nobody knew
What or who was the opposition
Or partner.

It was dessert unknown.
Feelings guided us from bodies.
In the darkness created by language.
For separation is not about difference,
But direction.

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(2023)