Thursday, 2 October 2014

Party Blues

Hand me an apple and an orange

perhaps a champagne bottle,

full of course. For my party

you can take a few pictures

of the things I will wish to remember

and please make a cake that remains uncrushed.


So I can keep it in my bag uncrushed

and when I reach for my pen or pencil, the orange

Happy Birthday icing will stare me in the face and I will remember

You. And when I reach for my perfume bottle

the little rabbit and squirrel pictures

will dance around my fingers, like animals that like to party.


And next year when nobody comes to my party

and my heart is crushed

then I will remember the pictures

you took last year in the tungsten orange

light as you gulped off the last of the champagne bottle.

I will smile and remember.


The next day you will call to say you just remembered

my birthday. Ask if I had a good party,

that you are busy now with baby bottles

and making your new husband strawberry crush

pie. You will tell me you’ve picked orange

paint for the nursery, and you want to see the pictures.


You will hang up before I say I have no pictures,

no memories made to remember

because you were too busy picking orange

paint, too busy to party

to make some uncrushed

cake and finish the champagne bottle.


Only interested in baby bottles

and baby pictures

and crushed

baby food to remember

my party,

to hand me an apple or an orange.


So ill bottle it up and try not remember

burn the pictures of last year’s party

you crushed my heart choosing paint that’s orange.


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