Dimtistic
A loud cry of increasing volume directed at the party’s host,
when the ex-boyfriend arrives with his new wife.
Pieces of an heirloom platter, strewn around the buffet table,
after your nephew tried to reach across you to get the last deviled egg.
The pattern on the hand towels in the main floor bathroom
that were a wedding gift (ten years ago) from her least-favourite aunt.
What you hear when you put your ear to the youngest child’s bedroom door
(the youngest being 20 and still living at home though making good money
working as a dental hygienist in your brother practice in Kitsilano).
How you feel as you fall on the bed at 3am after all of guests have left,
and the house is still a mess, but you honestly just don’t care.
© April 2019
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