Cocktail hour has begun at sun
-set and I have yet to say a word.
The introvert in me just wants to
flee but the exit’s far and my
RSVP said yes. (Oh, why did I say
yes?) So I guess I’ll just stand over
here holding up this wall, make
sure it doesn’t fall while you all
drink and laugh and pass the dusk
busking away. Could someone at
least offer me a cocktail to hold or
a napkin to fold into an origami
poem? I know I’m awkward as hell
and maybe you can’t tell but I’m
really kind of glad to be here (maybe).
I just wish this skirt had pockets.
PAD, day 29.