As if talk could be taken for granted,
someone arrives with the word "bludgeon"
and the evening begins precipitously
with no one trying to explain oneself.
The snow which only seemed to drift down
into the shape of ourselves
arrived immaculately as a chair lift
with mesmerizing regularity.
People explained the party to themselves
as an afterthought, the windows replaced
by a ski instructor held at arm's length,
everyone insisting privately
that he'd said something specific,
never having had the chance to explain.
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