How She Arrived

A pantoum

By Audrey Kalman

 

Late to the party with no hint of irony

she prances up the lawn under motion-activated lights

trailing smoke, giggling in the night.

The party is over by the time she arrives.

She prances up the lawn.

The door flies open, emitting light, admitting her.

The party is over by the time she arrives.

She was supposed to be the life of it.

The door flies open but

no voices spill into the night to welcome her.

She was supposed to be the life of the party.

They’re cold-shouldering her in the vestibule.

No voices spill into the night.

Hilarity has evaporated beyond the outflung door.

They’re cold-shouldering her in the vestibule

and where is she meant to go now?

Hilarity has evaporated.

Trailing smoke, giggling—

where is she meant to go?

Late to the party with not a hint of irony.

 


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