arbitrary passage
zenithed meridian
here to there in when
she stands alone amidst
unfooted transition
to a childhood party game
she drinks
when
orange to throated hollow
chin tucked
hands clasped behind
offering of awkward vulnerability
to another
the game continues
when
she stands alone
meaning’s entirety held
peeled heavy-scented against fluttered blood
vulnerability offers
all she is
to no one
needing
the game continues
when
she stands alone
drinks to
self-containment
when
unfooted
she is carried
here to there
in
when
Wishing everyone a fabulous New Year’s Eve.
Love.
me
I do not think your unfooted is the same thing as my disarmed.
But considering the butter-knife carnage…
Let’s have a safe Happy New Year’s out there.
Keeping booth feet attached and in bounds.
Booth feet … I will imagine you welcoming the new year seated in a diner … all alone.
Booth feet planted.
Also, I will imagine you disarmed, but not as you imply.
So there.
In PUB. By myself. Watchers the Sooners who NEED TO SCORE NOW
Who knew you were a wiffleball fan?
Go Sooners!
and in the end whwther alone or not the game goes on. Even if we fool ourselves into thinking we are not playing. Love your words. Happy New Year!
Awww … how much do I love that you commented on the actual words offered in this poem?
So very much.
Thank you, Stephanie.
Me
Spin the bottle is always awkward.
HA!