Home From the Party

Elspeth returned home early from the party. Kept her fancy earrings and her slip on. They made her feel jazzy Sat on the floor to get cool Ran her fingers up the frosted glass of the window Began to write Was not satisfied, so turned her words into an airplane. Wondered why she is always the first one home Is it because she is hard to please? Or because she knows she would rather be alone Than spend time with a date who is banal and boring? Maybe a little bit of both Her fingers drummed on the cold glass She felt herself humming. her spirits lifted a bit Proud she was not willing to waste time with Mr. Wrong