Some Sort of Random Party
by Francine DuBois

"I got yer party theme right here," he sneers.
I never should have led him here, involving him
In the decision-making process.

He heads over to the clearance rack, predictably.
He selects Over the Hill napkins, Mardi Gras balloons,
A tissue-paper palm tree table decoration, and
Candles shaped like cows.

I tell him it will never work and wonder how he
Dresses himself before I remember that I pick out his clothes.
They don't make Garanimals for Yuppies.

"None of this matters," he snaps. "It's just a
birthday party for a damn dog."

I wander over to the wedding aisle and
Try to remember why the white expanse
Always looked so pretty and magical.

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