Many Things about a Party
Going through the party like a detective
Down the rabbit hole, it’s no wonder I don’t
Find time for more important things.
Selfish, maybe, probably, I go on anyhow,
The night in the corners of my vision,
Someone hands me a glass, I thank
Him, though it was hours ago, he doesn’t mind
Being the past.
My head was a bright light of unconcern,
Only dimming to hide behind a palm frond.
The birthday girl and Minnie were rounding the corner,
Josh sat alone on the walkway, a girl behind me
Took photos of us all and then disappeared like
The spirit of the west, festive but ultimately
pointless and forgotten.
I was satisfied. One party down,
Having swallowed several first impressions,
And still, enough time to laze about
the house, as if I didn’t have life
or work the next morning.
I lay down in Minnie’s lap and wondered, looking
Up at her, if she thought I was good
Enough. I always wonder if I’m good
Enough for anyone.
And with that, I award myself the coveted “look how sad my tumblr is” award. Thank you, thank you, you’re all too kind.
Please no photographs thank you.
“Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness our parents never had time for.”