KA Rees #21 - The party's almost over

The party’s almost over

The corridors lead to empty rooms;

wet particle boards bulge from parts of the ceiling

broken fixtures hang down smashed sockets in empty eyes

there's looping tunnels of insulation like overgrown

party decorations at the wrong end of a long night. I’m trying

to remember whoopee cushions

sprung on unsuspecting aunts and uncles fond of fruit

and a little too much pastry. A warm Christmas pudding one hot day

in December, not the ham dolled out for the month of January.

The rooms have been doused in Pine o Cleen, every surface

from the wooden dresser and mirror to the stains on the bedroom

walls have been wiped. The vermiculite ceiling holds

a trace of cobwebs, some free-form dreamcatcher that showed us

back the whites of our eyes.