Wallflower for Jen

At a party with a strobe light, I stood by the wall.
The radio was going; the beat thumping my chest.
I’m not even really a drinker,
but this rum and coke washed down the lump in my
throat. I sipped two drinks.
A woman I didn’t know mingled with guests.
I could picture this woman framed on the wall.
I think that says it all.
And here she comes.
And it’s not in my head.
And I think I’m going to be alright.

(© 2022 AC)

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