it is said within seven years

A person exists in a crowded room with every one else acquainted
and there are cocktails and it so endemic
that when that person is walked to another room;

which resembles the old one,
where they still serve glass
with tilted umbrella so it hides the face;

their bare walls do spin more easily—
if after all that—does (s)he as well?

Does old skin flay with it
the misery of nine rooms?