Teetering on her baby legs A newborn with a Solo cup bombastic red with a few undulating ribs Held firmly in her hand Is this her first or her third? Somnambulant yet eager And just a little out of place In a foreign territory On newly contested lands She stumbles through a raucous crowd Or was it just white noise? She’s lost her companions Somewhere Although they could very well be close at hand
In the distance she can make out Laughing faces Bodies moving to and fro Spilling forward, little messes Throwing back cheap libation
She passes through a room and out the door Into the out-of-doors Someone following her unbeknownst Watching her cautious, curious steps And when she turns and sees the blur standing She greets it “Hail Fellow!”
Bouncing from variable to variable Frequency to frequency Confident and in command Of a seemingly controlled chaos He approaches smiling and holds out his hand Anonymous
Having drawn her attention from the stars That she could not find above Leaning against the garage’s eastern wall She takes it awkwardly Tentative she smiles back reassured Wobbling she returns standing alongside him Or was she in front? Purposeful and en route Emboldened by his presence And how the way was parted before her Just by his being there. By being so close. She felt vaguely special it showed in her half-smile Cloaked in bangs She held head just a little bit higher
The co-conspiratorial glances Met by boys eyes And shes Went unseen by the girl with the Solo cup One of tens upon tens upon tens A coven would have known It’s better not to
She was shown a seat to rest And her cup refilled She takes a sip and smiles again She takes another and then a gulp That spills He takes the cup away And places it on the low table Suggests she go to the restroom upstairs and get herself Sorted
Embarrassed she is relieved for direction Someone knows what’s going on And his caring Taking the time His kind eyes She’s usually alone She waddles up the stairs to find a toilet and a mirror God she thinks I look a mess She tries to fix it The hair The eyes The lips The dress The stomach The ******* The thighs
She shrugs her shoulders at her reflection Exhales and steps out again To find him standing there waiting for more.
She wants another cup. She’s missing her cup. I’ll get you the cup he says In just a second. Come.