My Calmly Roaring 20s

Poem Six: Early to the Party

I came too early.

The invite was open-ended, no definitive start

And the end was a fixed happenstance.

So I looked at the party favors

And the empty picture frames that would soon be filled,

Prepared my heart for the bass that would shake the room

And urged my feet to last through the dying of the light,

Spread myself throughout the room, willing to be every face

I would soon meet and love and dance with

- I might fall in love with myself tonight,

I don't know if I'll regret that -

And take the moment as a token of transparency

In lieu of a darkened room to hide in.

I didn't curl my hair enough

Or meticulously apply my cat-eye

Because I prepared for nostalgia in haste.

~RaspberryRiddle