Last night,
I went to a toga party
in a white t-shirt,
embodying a very masculine
James Dean caught
in the middle of a silent
movie,
one involving a bunch of
men dressed in gowns
playing a game of beer pong
in buckets.
I walked away after having
small talk with someone
I really had no interest in
talking to.
I saw you
as I walked to the party,
I walked away as
you were walking back,
I turned around
and went back to the party,
you were there,
sitting in a feminine matter,
angelic,
Could have sworn
that you were floating.
See, people don’t write stuff this good very often.
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