Post Partied

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
agree.

*

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?

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