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
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