and the trembling of the hand.
Nails tap tap tap on the glass. Again.
They make their own nervous
song. Trying to drink is impossible.
behind her back. The old one,
sincere in his promise to his daughter’s
foot to keep it callous-free. She knows
that, but she is the age of the young one.
He runs after. Her insanity. He takes her
to feel the dampness under her dress,
Note to Self
And so what.