RSVPs don’t mean shit
if you always cancel the event.
Must bide the anger, kay. No,
no need to hide
emotion, but certainly hold
the devil in,
for a time at least. ***
You smiled so serenely,
and it was also very sad–
I could tell–that smile.
But you never called or carried
the intention, even. Feel free to
lie next time we see each other.
Or lay, whichever you choose,
of course, I will be careful and
The party hopped. The wines glasses
mixed with the Solo cups. The music
jammed, as they say. Liquor was imbibed
but no one can say they remember. Well,
she did: with the bangs, dress, and devil-
may-care attention on what, anyone?