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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.”

-BEGINNERS