Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 13

Ever been to a party?

A high school rager? A kegger?

It shouldn’t surprise you that

I don’t get invited formally.

My only invitation is

The pounding of the bass from down the street,

The smell of beer and puke in the air.

Sometimes I go anyway

To try to pretend I fit in.

I time my arrival for after

People are sufficiently drunk,

Plastered enough to think I belong.

And before the

Wailing of police sirens

Breaks the whole thing up.

Crazy things happen at parties.

The regular rules of the world

Don’t apply.