1.2

Weaving 
    and 
watching
                                                                                                       you’re passing 
                                                                                                                                   
paralysis

                                                                                                                     on one, 
                                                                                                                           two, 
                                                                                                                      three...
                                                                                                            ‘Hello, I’m…’ 
                                                                                                                  surprised 

        at my own voice
        filtering out of this
        stranger                               and the smile 
                                            that s q u eezes out
                                                                                         of these stained lips 
                                                                                                 reflecting 
s c a t t e r e d                    
  frustration

                                        hiding a deep-rooted anxiety 
                                           masked by the sound of 
                                                    clinking glass