Day 20 of 30

LIFE OF A PARTY

my mother raised
her boys to braise
and braid and sew
and saw and sing and
dance and dress and
duck before the swing
and swing before the
jump and jump before
someone tell you
your place is in
a safe with no
combination and say
aint no combination
for men they only meant
to bruise and brew
and boil over and
burn and break
themselves into
futile confetti of
stars and hearts and
diamonds of all colors
which at that point
ain’t nothing but
the spilled guts of
a potential party

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