I Was Apparently There

Someone posted it Tuesday.

A going-away party, maybe 2017—

I'm in the back left, arm around a stranger,

laughing. The full kind.

I have no memory of this night.

Not the edge of one. Not

the feeling without the content.

Nothing. That night is a locked room

I apparently had a key to once.

I'm happy in the photo.

That's the thing I keep coming back to.

Open face. Whatever was funny, it landed.

Whoever I had my arm around—

I liked them. You can see it.

I don't know their name.

Don't know the room.

Don't know what I drank or how I got home

or what happened after the camera moved on.

Just this face.

Borrowed from someone

who lived in me for one night in 2017

and apparently had a better time.