The Birthday Party
the birthday party became too loud/ you could not handle it/ the other guys were slightly astounded that you panicked/ birthdays in general can be a dark afternoon where everything is forgotten/ i can’t blame you/ the counterfeits of our second selves/ what’s wrong with him he’s freaking out at his own birthday/ the strange wail of terror extracted from your throat/ rips through you/ we went alone out to the porch swing/ the mysticism of actual peace is a dishrag/