The Party
We were eleven,
seven spoke, three listened
and one laughed.
the seven spoke of how to cook mushrooms,
the surprise publication of a poem,
what happens when a family has a baby,
travels in Italy, whether to go skiing or not,
how her father always thinks she is working,
and when he might return to Las Vegas.
the three listened, perhaps unable to put together
several sentences in sequence after a bit too
much wine and port, and one laughed heartily
from over on the couch.
the evening progressed like
this, very comfortably
until it was no longer
possible to fully conceal the
yawns and several came at once,
the relaxed seating posture looked a bit
too much like a full-on dozing off.
And so, our hostess bundled us off to our cozy
beds, empty platters in hand.
We were eleven,
seven spoke, three listened
and one laughed.
the seven spoke of how to cook mushrooms,
the surprise publication of a poem,
what happens when a family has a baby,
travels in Italy, whether to go skiing or not,
how her father always thinks she is working,
and when he might return to Las Vegas.
the three listened, perhaps unable to put together
several sentences in sequence after a bit too
much wine and port, and one laughed heartily
from over on the couch.
the evening progressed like
this, very comfortably
until it was no longer
possible to fully conceal the
yawns and several came at once,
the relaxed seating posture looked a bit
too much like a full-on dozing off.
And so, our hostess bundled us off to our cozy
beds, empty platters in hand.
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