at the wedding

mum cuts my hair after the rain. she started back when we were kids to save money and I don't know if she's good at it or just knows my hair better than strangers. on the balcony I sit she cuts and does the job in minutes. the wind takes care of any evidence. in the mirror with less hair I look a little younger than before. I wonder if you'd notice / what you'd think / where and how you are.

I wear a black shirt to a wedding. my brother recognises the purple tie I bought for my first funeral. the bride has done her back / sits in a chair / can't join us for a dance. I thank her for inviting me with little more to say. we drink from glasses that shatter when we drop them on the dance floor. not knowing anybody I am moving just for fun without the burden of appearances or consequence. I think of dancing: in the smoke / the dark under the bar / nothing in my room. the floor is cold and almost empty. you're there glowing without knowing.