aguantar

i would like to make a theory.
that this is not my anger,
but rather than the anger of the cow
i ate for dinner tonight,
at the same corner club
named too obvious to share.
it revived me for a moment
under layers of disco laser
and air horn reggaeton
but what else did too
amidst all those distances
collapsing now expanding onto
one small tall table.
of what cannot stand its own
there is some we decide
with a crash or a sigh
to let fall.