Either side of the old table
Black metal on the patio
Conversation lighting in the yard
After circling for years
Over a carcass invisible
Had no idea it was us
An important conversation
There’s something on the table
It’s colorful and plastic
Promised I’d remember it
Now it’s out of focus
Translusced by the event
That was an important conversation
All I can think about is that thing
What was that thing on the table?
It’s killing me
-T. Weeks