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To be truthful: this was inspired by a longer, prose piece I wrote in April. I may post later, for reference.
There’s a point
Where costumes and beer cans combine.
The closer we get to the Perceived Grown-up Reality
The more we want to just play! kind of.
Last night
I pretended to be 10, pigtails and all.
Except, I held a beer.
Except I nudged my buddy about his hook-up/fling.
Except kissing boys is no longer gross, especially after having been in a four-year relationship.
There was an odd Dyonisian togetherness-spirituality about it all
This urge to dance…when finally I look silly and I not only don’t care, I revel.
I get pointed at for my crazy dancing and good, because I entertained!
Traditional-sexy is too much work, I’ll take silly any day!
Plus, the socks and winter boots will keep me warmer, anyway.
And you have to be 21 to drink
but we all kind of do it to go back to that preschool playing anyway.
The day when you can say five word and have a
small connection.
but spontaneous!
Because I took a picture with a stranger last night, with the same costume.
My five-minute friend with no name.
And I always thought partying here would be about being trashed
and losing yourself in the substances.
But instead, there’s discovery in the substantial-ness.
In this intermingingling of spirit, masquerade, only to show a real facet more clearly
nothing really matters.
except the beauty of the nonsense and the connection.
There’s a point
Where costumes and beer cans combine.
The closer we get to the Perceived Grown-up Reality
The more we want to just play! kind of.
Last night
I pretended to be 10, pigtails and all.
Except, I held a beer.
Except I nudged my buddy about his hook-up/fling.
Except kissing boys is no longer gross, especially after having been in a four-year relationship.
There was an odd Dyonisian togetherness-spirituality about it all
This urge to dance…when finally I look silly and I not only don’t care, I revel.
I get pointed at for my crazy dancing and good, because I entertained!
Traditional-sexy is too much work, I’ll take silly any day!
Plus, the socks and winter boots will keep me warmer, anyway.
And you have to be 21 to drink
but we all kind of do it to go back to that preschool playing anyway.
The day when you can say five word and have a
small connection.
but spontaneous!
Because I took a picture with a stranger last night, with the same costume.
My five-minute friend with no name.
And I always thought partying here would be about being trashed
and losing yourself in the substances.
But instead, there’s discovery in the substantial-ness.
In this intermingingling of spirit, masquerade, only to show a real facet more clearly
nothing really matters.
except the beauty of the nonsense and the connection.