Life of the Party

I should be eating a pizza

with TV for my friend.

I should be reading novels

while cuddled up in bed.

Instead, I say I dropped an earring

underneath the table.

I wear a lampshade

claiming it’s in vogue,

while I face the corner

in search of ghostly

cobwebs.

I wish that I could run away,

to spend my life alone.

Unfortunately, the party

is in my apartment.

published in “The Alien Buddha Skips the Party Part 2,” republished on Garden of Neuro