Hosting alone and hating it
I stay in the peach-walled room half-listening,
Half-shocked at the stories and their theme:
“Ways people ruin their lives.”

Like this: a woman decides she’ll do a ride-along with a cop
Who then gets shot and she gets seen.
She has to go into witness protection
With her three children and new names and a new city.

When yes there you are in your dressy clothes,
Home early surprise and my face lifts and my voice
At the happiness of you of you of you.
The happiness of you.