Attendee
Noll Griffin
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The shoes kept multiplying right at the front door, that wasn’t
Impossible to explain, someone might dance with heels in hand,
Leave comfortable flats under the coat rack sagging under
The weight of coats in the dead of summer. Even that,
It’s an outfit. It looks good. The cake on the kitchen counter
Didn’t always have those amber drops
Like spilled shower gel on the regimented frosting tiles but
I’m sure it’s good, local honey perhaps,
Who even brought that? She went into the bedroom but
She already left, and brought herself back, and
Her face in the bathroom that won’t stop laughing.
When I went downstairs I didn’t expect to find
Everyone I’d just met already, did I know
The playlist wasn’t chosen to be an atonal wave. That
Conversation of humming syllables meant nothing,
How was your, hello I haven’t seen you in, have another,
Never finished. The window we wanted to climb out of was brightest
On the building’s astonished facade, an infected wound between bricks.
I knew I saw you all up there just a moment ago, I
Don’t know what I saw. I tried to dance and make it fine that everyone glowed.
The glass pane swung open six floors up in a gasp,
Spilling wings of white noise into the night.