High on the open bar offerings, cocktail hour hors d’ouvres,
and life, I toasted them – Noah & Hannah –
one of those couples for whom you feel unbridled
happiness. Another toast. But before the dancing started,
I was clutching the toilet like a steering wheel,
steeling myself against a swaying world.
Since then, I cannot drink wine without tasting
the sour shadow of the tides about to change.