the moment when the party is about to fall apart
after all the hours of cleaning and preparation
but one friend says, “No, we’re going to do this;”
and goddamnit at that point it all comes together,
and next thing you know “Naughty Girl” blasts
through the speaker, and this party that almost
wasn’t a party is a fucking party and that’s all
you wanted in the first place – to hell with original
plans – Poetry is in charge now, and Poetry knows
that all a party needs is Beyoncé blasting, people
dancing – Poetry shut the cat in the bedroom
and said, “Everybody here better move your ass.”