Sunday, November 1, 2009
how life gets out of control
The Dinner Party
written by Krissi Carson
“I’m having twenty-two people for dinner tonight,”
spoke you to me, distressed with a smile reminiscent
of the gaze of a rabid dog. “By accident.”
And they came, and you cooked.
And they prattled as you provided.
Little boys wandered knee-deep in your creek,
hoping for Crawfish, and your Girls trod lightly in swim suits
and gossamer wings, while parents sat idly
in your living room, avoiding the sun and contagious
child-like spirit out back.
And they sat, and you served.
And they ate as you smiled.
Fire blazed in the cooling air after empty plates and full tables,
roasting marshmallows for dessert around stories, a dirge,
and your backyard fire pit. The adults ventured
out after all, for a moment.
And they mingled, and you laughed.
And they chatted as you scoured their dishes.
You disappeared and I found you in your room, locked
in with the cat and the only peace in the house,
where I dropped on the bed beside you and Walter, the girl,
And they stayed too long, and you turned to me on your bed,
and I laughed as you muttered with tired eyes and no more strength,
“I hate all these people.”