FALL PARTIES - by Becca Klaver

 

FALL  PARTIES by  Becca Klaver I cannot wait for fall parties.The invitations have begun to roll in. I used to think I loved summer partiesuntil they got this year so sweaty and sad, the whole world away at the shore,sunk in sweet and salt. Goodbye, summer: you were supposed to save us from spring but everyone just slumpedinto you, sad sacks  pulling the shade down on an afternoon of a few too many rounds.  Well, I won’t have another.I’ll have fall. The fall of parties for no reason, of shivering rooftops,scuffed boots, scarves with cigarette holes. I’ll warm your house.I’ll snort your mulling spices. I’ll stay too late, I’ll go on a beer run,I’ll do anything  to stay in your dimly lit rooms scrubbed clean of all their pity.