dinner

was a fine affair that swung in the sidewise pendulums
balanced on a fulcrum

but we were all there
alcoves of talk
and stuff

somehow we wanted to keep the moment
or was it that we wanted moments to keep?
however
it happened that we gathered
taking pictures of our various faces
heads spiralling into each others'

the camera offered eighteen kinds of distortions

collisions, aliens, mumps
strange kindred were made of us

and we laughed
and we laughed