For their wedding anniversary

For their wedding anniversary we drink sour pre-mixed margaritas from whiskey glasses, cubes clinking brightly as we cheers to happy, healthy life, splashing droplets across the crinkled plastic tablecloth suffocating the dark dinner table, alcohol and tzatziki elbowing the cheap offenses and scornful laughter of the day out of the room, displacing the fainting sun, capturing like olfactory webs the whiff of mostly strangers passing silverware and pita like family.