“How are you” is a greeting, not a question
When we go to these parties there’s nothing much to say.
“How are you” is a greeting, not a question anyway.
Small talk is not one of my strengths.
Carrousel carousal has always been your thing.
I’m never quite sure what to say.
Do I give them the highlights?
Or attempt a play-by-play?
How best to summarize a year to a one-day “friend”?
I don’t have words to explain the uncertainty I know;
Or the stomach for equivocation.
I’m fairly certain they don’t want to hear about this.
Or how dark it’s been. Or the way we fight.
There’s no room for truth in polite company.
So we’ll slide along across the surface of things.
Following a formula of grins, nods and trifling anecdotes.
We socialize without weighty association.