Noise

Noise all around me. I do not exist in a bubble. Ping pong ball bounces along the table, caught in hand. Wonders of limoncello brings me to Cinque Terre, cheap hostel a block from the water. Mario and Luigi running up and down the stairs finding beds for soaked tourists. Now we pass sweetness around, Kool-aid spiked, with an edge. Fair trade banana sit in front of me on the table, surrounded by various bottles of alcohol, rum, tequila, brandy, jaeger, pucker, all poured off in shot glasses. She pulls port from the shelf, tainted by memory. Pour some in the blue glass. Please. Giggles in the kitchen. Whiskey and Vodka join the party. Absolut swirls around the glass, moments captured, soft hair along my neck. Breakfast? Shall we make eggs? Surrounded by friends, a man drinking whiskey in front of me. Photos, photos, bottles in the lens. I'm a mess, crazy just like me. That's what they say. Memories of a hot haunted night; strip down. How? To what? A pintata throwing Smarties. Bottle to the mouth, why? why? Arm held out, snap a photo. Jaeger emptied into a punch cup. She loves me, she loves me.