With neon lights
blurring faces
and sound, so crammed for space
in these places.

It’s pointless,
sometimes,
trying to explain
or even to assertain
perceptions.

I think I'm normal,
it's normal for me to be me
even though I can't handle my drink
in the way most people can.
It's just a neuro-muscular thing
that's all,
everyone has physical weaknesses.

I thought she might just want to speak with me,
god forbid even flirt with me,
as she kindly held
my drink. But she
nursed my straw, to my mouth
with just too much care
than I cared for.

‘I do this for a living’ -
she said.
I performed an invisible shake
of my head, thinking
I need to get out of here,
but then she disappeared.

Confused, I hope.