Poetry

Spring 2009

 

 

Patricia Carragon

Office Parties

at office parties, the characters dress
in stylish bullshit, speak in retailed tongues.

you stand by yourself, a drink in one hand,
and your conscience fidgets in the other.

you try to crossover and speak to them —
they listen, but your sentence is half-heard.

you stand by yourself, a drink in one hand,
and your conscience fidgets in the other.

your conversation wanders in the crowd —
its words get stepped on by the upscale noise.

you stand by yourself, a drink in one hand,
and your conscience fidgets in the other.

you observe the show and deep in your mind,
you say to yourself, why am I still here?

 

 

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