went
to a dinner party
all
of jenny’s friends
(end
of beginnings, beginning of ends)
they
tried to talk to me
what
could i say?
“i’m
the author of the recently released
Dark
Streets of Decay?”
especially
when meal materialized
and
they all bowed their heads to pray
everyone
that is but me
and
worse yet we all joined hands
jenny
on my right
on
my left a man
words
were lifted
and
drifted to the sheltering sky
everyone
said, “amen”
while
i tried not to sigh
the
meal was good
i
silently ate
listened
to everyone pontificate
“if
you’re not a registered republican
then
you are a heretic
because
you do not value
the
things that are important to god”
i
yearned, no burned, for sidewalks
under
my soled feet
i
could no longer compete
for
the limited oxygen
and
the dainty sips of wine
they
nibbled their melon rinds
and
i excused myself
ignoring
disapproving expressions
as
i exposed my pack of smokes
outside
i lit up
unscrewed
the top on my flask
and
emptied it in one tilt
my
blossoming began to wilt
when
jenny joined me
i
took a drag and whispered,
“i’m
trying to be on my best behavior
but
i can’t imagine i am their flavor”
she
slipped her hand in mine
while
saying,
“i’ll
punish you when we get home
(i
smiled)
just
last a little longer”
rehydrated
i grew stronger
and
asked,
“are
these the people
that
will be at our wedding?”
jenny
didn’t flinch or miss a beat,
“you
in a church? we will have to go
to
a justice of the peace…
one
of these days”
“what’s
wrong with tomorrow?”
i
heard myself say
with
her hand in mine
when
she suddenly stopped
it
jolted me to a standstill as well
she
stared at me
turned
us around
we
walked away
“do
you know where the nearest bar is?”
she
asked
“have
we not met?”
i
said in retort
she
laughed so hard i heard a snort
and
hand in hand we did disband
from
the party
for
my last night
as
a single man
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