Party  

Early evening, Late December
Dark bar, pushing, punching, pulsing
crowd of strangers and met one time friends
smoky, sticky, musty smell
poison on the rim of every glass

Late night, Late December
twisted, toxic and talking
you and I immobile, avoiding, one another's gaze
drug haze, the television flashing blue light
blinding us in all the right places

Early morning, Late December
My cheek rough
against your couch pillow
Stranded, broke, out of smokes
in your stranger part of town

Late morning, Late December
I am trying to remember,
last names and landmarks
piecing together my promises, balancing out my lies
wrapped tight in consequence and eventuality

Great Party

 

© 2006  Lara Thesenvitz