And Ben,
Your evil shines
From the panes that formed
In your eyes
When the glass of that Pilsner
crashed into my glass of Pilsner
We weren’t sure if Paige’s warrior dress
Meant Paige was a warrior
Or if Amy’s Headdress
Would confuse the migration of Brooklyn birds
Or if a closet confessional, red with curtain and camera
Would reveal that the crash of Pilsners
Was just the Self-
Destruction we partake in when we tell people:

We like to use words
to do bad things to each other

Ben, we weren’t kidding
When we laughed
About pretending to be someone else
I couldn’t stand
On the balcony
And not think about
Those 300,000 Starlings
Or the way Liam
Asked how famous
Death could make us
Ben I think you put on that handcuff knowing
The release was broken