Party ’Til We Drop
Mary Winters
New Years non-stop
trapping us like Midas
Cheers! we shriek
bobbing up and down
plastic goony birds
hundreds around us yelling their jokes
their life stories
our cheeks sore from the humor
somebody’s wish-come-true
a permanent party
pointy black shoes killing our toes
the roar of champagne stoppers
the screams of the revelers hit in the eye
“there’s more where that came from!”
our hostess is shouting
