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Today's poem is by Patrick Swaney

That Kind of Party

I go to the party wearing a strand of lights around my neck
like a scarf. It turns out Iím 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
arenít my lights, theyíre 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. Iím 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
arenít my lights, I only borrowed them from a friend.



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Swaney All rights reserved
from Conduit
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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