friends become strangers at a party with booze and weed and unfamiliar laughter and thirty years of dust trembles over a shallow grave as a yawning mouth swallows a scream without air to speak only sixteen years old now with no blood under her nails on the carpet beige carpet clumps of hair and glister of saliva I sat for so long I say goodbye to friends who are strangers and walk home alone for another thirty years.
October 5, 2020
