white wash boy

he's different tonight
drunk and word-slurring
he moves a lot, talks with his hands, ducks his head around, leans in and out.
he's usually composed.
serious.
calm. 
it's funny.
he even smells different.
it's like he's a different person. hair just cut too.
could he have a younger, giddier brother i don't know about?
his voice is even different
at least, when we're talking.


it's kind of like
meeting a stranger.
does this mean i'll have to add one to my number?

we go down to the gallery's basement.

if they hear us
will they think
it is performance art?
is it performance art?

i spit. he swigs from a flask. 
i have to run, i have a magic pony to catch
and friends to meet, who are not impressed
but i know they are just annoyed that they are at the art show
to just see the art.