Noisy, boisterous
Mary
Wood-paneled
basement
beer boxes
filling
with empties
pool-table
shaking
music
pounding
laughing
buzzing
smoky
corners
bodies
on stairs
screams
outside
more bodies
squeezing in
less and less space
less and less air
firecrackers
exploding
doors
slamming
kids
crying
floating by
Stacey vanished
and suddenly
I want
to be
above ground
where there’s
air and space
and no
noise or
people
Only me
myself
and I.
I tried this scene
but it’s
definitely
not mine.