Awkward Society
A wisp of thought
sails across the crowded room
gliding from person to person
bobbing on breaths
of smoky conversation
The bouncing balloon
hovers at my table
I snatch with greasy fingers
slippery with thoughts of their own
Shameful, artless fumbling
with cherry cheeks, I laugh
boisterously loud
but do not smile
Silent, awkward pause
I excuse myself from the table
to wash my hands and
think of something witty to say.
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