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THE DINNER PARTY

A short poem

By Brittany CrowePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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I sent out star crossed envelopes

With kisses tainted red

Near and far across the country

I summoned seven men

Your presence is requested

At this obscure address

This date

This time

No calls or texts

Don’t you bring a friend

But why

Replied

The voice inside

The hearts of seven men

You could stay home

Refuse to roam

Count all of your regrets

You’ll never know unless you go

Take a chance

Attend

The men approached the oblong table

Sipping goblets tainted red

You see

Some things don’t really break

They only twist and bend

Seven men were summoned here

To try to make amends

I wish they hadn’t left me wanting

My seven ex boyfriends

This isn’t what we want

In fact

We’re leaving

Off to bed

You can’t keep jars

Of lonely hearts

Replied

The seven men

One by one they all fell down

Clutching fiercely at their necks

Thank you all for joining me

For a night you’ve come to dread

Now you’re all left lying here wanting

On the carpet painted red

B.C.

surreal poetry
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