Christine Friar

Bobby:  crying
party people
i’m actually laughing
just thinking about all these party people in your house
like if i just sauntered to crown heights and knocked on your door unannounced
“Hey just dropping b-oh. Oh.”
some pink party person opens
silent
just slightly diagonal
me:  waiting for you to introduce yourself
clinking glasses inside
no voices
the blue party person comes up behind her to be like “everything okay over here?”
Bobby:  it’s DEAD silent inside
me:  do they bob up and down like people make barbies walk
or do they float?
Bobby:  you’re like “sorry i didn’t invite you. completely overlooked some of…my…friends.”
no no
they hover
like pac man ghosts
a kind of hilly hover
like a sine wave