Last night, I went out for some curry.
and found myself in an alley

surrounded by color and
the smells of piss and beer

Following music into a shed
where a line of people

and one scrappy dog
waited behind the garage

She offered me blue jello shots
while curry simmered on a camping stove

“I’m a therapist” said our chef and
David’s shoes winked in the headlamp light

Up on the roof we ate
and talked with strangers

I don’t know these people at all but
at the end of the meal

I left my pen behind.