the argument

the argument
of old friends,
fueled
by rum and coke,
split green
limes
with cubes
of ice
in small
tumblers, goes
nowhere fast.
history
is obliterated
when points
are made.
fiction becomes
fact.
the room spins
with animosity,
as each
one hacks off
the sentence
of whoever's
speaking.
you wonder why
you came
and how do you
leave gracefully
before being
dragged in.