James is a friend, and his wife, Heather, wore Día de Muertos makeup and a black dress. At the party last night, James, James, and James talked about art and people and music. Some guests wore costume — a pilot and his stewardess were there — and tacos and punch and vodka were there, too, as Angela engaged in conversation with an artist (who sipped on a diet soda and recounted his long-distance encounters with the fans of an NFL star who danced). Above, words floated and swirled into nothingness.

“For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”