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
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily!
Home Web Weekly Features Archives About Verse Daily FAQs Submit to Verse Daily
Copyright © 2002-2010 Verse Daily All Rights Reserved