Missed Connections in Western Massachusetts
After A Party
You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings
writhe and bear the fruit of screaming.
Put out your hand, isn’t there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn’t you like the eggs a little different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
Her Two Cents on After A Party
There are plenty of mysterious ramblings on the MC but this one really caught my attention because of the strange transition from the party scene to thoughts about an ashtray to the topic of eggs. However, it’s the line “…in rooms fulls of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming.” that piques my curiosity as to who this person is and what’s going on in their head… we shall never know.
Gentle Readers: Social gatherings can be a much enjoyed or greatly dreaded activity – regardless of your relationship status. Some of us like to flit about and talk while others prefer to stick to small groups or hang around the kitchen or TV. What is your strategy for parties? Do you love them or can you easily live without them?