The Big Bash

A party bomb blew up

in the living room,

exploding confetti,

balloons, spilled red wine,

and plates of half-eaten cake.

My husband snores

under a comforter

on the couch,

while the dog

humps his arm.

I wonder if it will cost less

to replace the carpet

or get it cleaned.

I wonder if I should start another diet

or just wear bigger dresses.

published in Contemplate