Tuesday, October 19, 2010
that kind of party
Thanks to Bob for sending this poem!
That Kind of Party
I go to the party wearing a strand of lights around my neck
like a scarf. It turns out I’m the only one at this party
wearing lights as a scarf and even though people tell me
I look fabulous I feel self-conscious and regret my decision.
I get drunk because it is a party and tell everyone that these
aren’t my lights, they’re borrowed from a friend. Yes, but
do they work? they ask. If you plug them in, but really
I never wear lights, normally, I try to explain. I’m led
to a corner where I spend the rest of the night against
the wall tethered to an outlet. People love the lights
even more now and the party expands around me.
The lights paint my face a strange color and the few bulbs
that touch skin are painful but people keep bringing me
drinks, clapping me on the shoulder, and complimenting
me on my lights. And I have to remind them that they
aren’t my lights, I only borrowed them from a friend.