I choke down the next gulp like a sip of cough syrup—
Thick but quick and much needed.
The glimpse of him, it hits me like a loss of air under water
The afterschock slow, but the moment sudden and erupting
My eyes turn every direction, hoping to seem distracted
By something else, anything else
Anything to make it seem
Like I didn’t see him
Or that it meant nothing to see him
But it means everything.
The vodka cran floods my brain
An aching nausea in the roundabout of my stomach
Did he see me?
Always shocked by his ability to not respond
My every being urges towards checking the screen
Sliding through apps and sprinkling my fingers up and down
In view and communication with everyone
A layer of world none of us have yet to understand
Yet he seems to be a member with no interest.