I can now see why people are alcoholics,
Why people go to bars and hope for connection.
I don’t know why I thought about and understood it just now.
"I’m feeling okay, but only for the moment,”
Was a muted status-update, announcement in their eyes,
Swallowing ice and smoke-screened, pulsing lights.
It’s quick, fleeting “okay-ness.” A diversion. A lie.
"Only for a moment,"
I dreaded all night.