Our dinner parties
Are the latest- we’re so fashionable:
PJ pants and old, frayed t-shirts.
The clatter of a normal dinner party’s silverware
Is replaced by the scrape of pizza cardboard,
The hiss of fresh cans of coke,
The hollow clatter of plastic cups.
The TV’s loud, but we’re are louder;
Discussing marriage and religion and Spongebob Squarepants.
I don’t want to graduate.
go back