the cocktail party is moving all around me while I am sitting awkwardly in a chair in the corner of the room writing this poem out on my phone everyone is so excited about the weather and their latest vacation and the newest cars and how they plan on voting I am a little jealous because right now I am only obsessed with the encounter I had yesterday when my neighbor knocked on my front door to ask me why I am letting my weeds overtake my planters in my front and back yard "you could grow a really vibrant garden," he offered without asking "hmmm," I responded with a melodramatic thoughfulness like I was considering a treaty that had geopolitical ramifications
flowering weeds
musings from a cocktail party
