Poetry
An Introvert’s Night Out
Making it happen.

I have to go to an event this evening.
I don’t want to.
Oh, I know it will be fine once I get there,
but first …
I must take the necessary steps to look the part.
Oh crap! I’ll have to put on makeup.
Whatever. Just a touch.
Girl, what have you been doing all day?
Didn’t you look in the mirror? Once? Yikes!
Whoa! The hair.
That’ll take a hot minute.
Set and spray.
Clean my glasses.
How in the world did you see out of those?
Get out of my jams.
Get into something irritatingly less comfy.
Shoes … shoes … where did I put those damned shoes?!?
Great. The coat is too short for the sweater.
I hate life. It’s too hard.
Never mind, I’ll wear the other one.
Out to the car,
Downtown,
Where the hell is a parking place?!?
Oh! Hold on! There’s one!
That bastard! F*@# you, Buddy!
Yeah, you!!
Here’s one. Finally!
Three blocks away, but hey!
Walking in, I spot a few friends.
Grabbing a glass of Merlot,
I make my way through the crowd,
and am absorbed into the group,
We begin to laugh.
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Thanks to Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles who inspires me, and Dr. Gabriella Korosi for creating a positive, fun publication. I hope I’ve done everything correctly. :)
