seen eerie ish

The scene was a bar bathroom. The scene was a tiny glass vase with marigolds, then behind our ears. The scene was gluten free top shelf vodka poured into straight Mexican Coca-Cola. I was cutting drinks with laughs, I held on so fiercely.

I let bugs drink my apple cider, did the laundry.

We're just lovers, i'm hearing. Two go to high five the DJ, I am recalling being in pearls.

The scene was a different bar bathroom. The scene was my own bathroom, an extra toothbrush where there wasn't one before. I only knew a few songs but my eyes turned to salt when I did. Every pearl does not have an oyster.
the quiet shade of moisture that the sky was painted growled like hunger.

and I'm hearing the auctioneer speak like pouring syrup on extra syrup on a grand slam
twentyduhduhduhduhdoihearatwentyfiveduhduhbeenther'don'datbeenther'don'dat and suddenly i'm warm wearing two sweaters. Suddenly the scene was my antique miniature rocking chair, and how special it seemed to be. Suddenly I'm a favorite author, in a deep stampede.

The scene was simple in a stub-your-toe-silently way, where I let worry in and nothing out for days.
It's her voice over and over somehow, slapping me into somersault during the scene when I'm proud of dreaming, sleeping, yesyesyesing. I'm driving down a main big street when I realize this is just a minor scene change, maybe a tree over here instead of overthere different from last year. A bow in the hair versus the year after.