The cold metal in her hand,
felt fine.
Loud music, swaying bodies,
bright light in the cramped kitchen.
Just one, to calm the nerves.

Crack went the tab as she broke
the seal.
It tasted yellow, and she waited
for a shame that never came.
That's not so bad...

She brought the can to her lips again,
and saw his orange face.
He isn't here, she reminded herself
as the yellow washed away the face of her
orange man.