Sticky rings scattered across the surface of the table remnants of a night had by many time and time again aimless small talk quiet questions escalate to angry answers frustration into fury slurred words and loud voices stumbled steps unchosen choices spill our drinks like we spill our misery mix mine with yours tangled trauma unwrap the cords to find we're all connected not in the way we break but in the way we don't know why alone yet together in an unspoken search the answers echo off the walls of our empty cans, an unrestful lullaby. -Autumn McDonald