at the dry xmas party

i floated little boats on a salsa sea, no trace
of spice. i stood by the pool table, avoiding
your glance. it's not like i need a drink to get
my guard down. it's just i'm stuck between
an era when i'd exist here without thinking,
if i ever have actually done that, if i've ever been
at ease-- and the next realm, adulthood, all
grated ginger and charmeuse, cinnamon, glamour,
volition, real life, just waiting for time
to unstick me.