Fact Realized

You try to get everyone
over.  You try to crush
insects just so it isn't
messy.  You try not to feel
like you've just taken a swig
of ocean juice.  Like a martini
glass has held wine, or the fuzz
hanging off your chin is
an old way of thinking.
You notice even the bumpy
maintenance crew.  The smoke
hanging in the bushes
has just breathed a star into orbit.
Sand swirls in your mouth.
And then you learn
that your friend has died.
I had wanted to invite you.