being the only sober person at new year’s at caroline’s in echo park

we were counting downleah kept asking for a time checkand i wasn’t sure where thesecond hand had gone on my phoneand anyways i was so nervous about not kissing someonebut really i was mostly thinking about where we were re timeand how if i was off people would notice and be madbut nobody had their phone out i was the keeper of timei had one job and i let the inexactitude of technologyput me out into silence like a cigarette in an ashtray quietly smoldering

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