Let's Play Pretend
hazy pale substance
spreads over stale rye toast
you crunch it
too loudly
your mother says
chew with your mouth closed
paper napkins
in a big black trash bag
smeared with hor d’vers
cocktail parties you weren’t invited to
i laugh when
you drop food on your lap
your mother scorns
alone on a porch
remolding the moon
brie cheese wedges
you thought the stars
were too tiny to hold close
it was my party
i pretend not to like you
Copyright © Alexandra Burns | Year Posted 2014
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