November 9, 2015?
I partied till I coughed up glitter
in an IHOP on Ambassador Cafferey.
A necklace made of babies
dances in my head. My skin tastes
like Champagne. I wanted waffles,
and asked everyone to call me
Leslie Knope. The hole
in the water balloon labeled “THANK YOU”
tasted like expired Red’s Apple Ale.
I have the song from Frozen
in my head.¹ My skin tastes like
Champagne and there’s a pillow
dressed like Elton John in my bed.
This is not my house.
We had frozen margaritas so I sang both sides of the duet for “Love is an Open Door.”