I wanted to go to the orgy.

I’d been thinking about it for weeks.

It was just going to be a little orgy

With a few friends.

I was ready to abandon myself

To my most primitive emotions

Or whatever it is that you do

At orgies.

I really wanted to go.

But Friday night came around and there I was

With the sniffles.

And a stomach ache.

And I think I twisted my ankle getting off the bus.

And my stockings hadn’t dried.

And I couldn’t find a clean slip.

And my mother called to ask me what was new.

So I wound up staying home

Washing underwear and taking aspirin

Instead of going to the orgy.

And I really wanted to go.