i know a moment is nothing more
than the crisp tick of a wristwatch.
a moment is the culmination of senses—
of thoughts, feelings—mixing into a fine cocktail:
a drunk that leaves one under the bar
wondering what just happened.
each moment a drink in a barhop
marked by calendar pages, photo albums,
wedding rings, and children—
these are the different bartenders
who decide who string each drink will be.
(and you should never flirt with that woman
at the bar in the black—she is the one
who decides when you’ve had enough
for the night.)