The party’s over. Your pants are crumpled in a corner,
Next to a condom still in the wrapper.

Your nose is red. Your friends are dead.
Your belly’s bloated. Landmarks have floated…by.

What did you say to her? You don’t remember.
Now she’s in the bathroom cutting off her hair.

Your dog won’t come to you from your permanent place on the sofa.
Maybe you didn’t call him.
Did you even open your mouth?

Your job is no more. Your kids watch talk shows.
That tell them how to. Get rid of you.
(as if they needed to…).
The party’s over.