Kerri Shying R # 307 - Party like it cost nine ninety-nine.

Party like it cost nine ninety-nine.

when I tire of glasses magnifying my black eye circles

I put glitter on them    all light no shade   that’s me

the kid who used to do all 16 parties  

we’d sit together      I would be perched on the arm of your chair

in my 60’s lace and bead dress      prattling and fussing

with my stockings  my bracelets my tapestry  button-up boots 

 and heads close together we’d strategize the schedule

 and arrive  like the Concorde 

 nose up  across the Atlantic

at the speed of fucking sound  

not now    we are the wide body B52’s on the party runway 

 a blither  of terylene and nylon hair

 I’m not planning to get

 to the real party until midnight   I’m not  doing much

 but warming up my shoes   but  I’ll still

 wait   a week for the fixative and the glitter  to arrive 

still me  breath steaming up the front window

all bright and no shade  

the night’s light saber  aching

 her  high pitched buzz