After the dinner party: a poem

The idea came to her at dinner.
She felt reticent to excuse herself.
“I’ll remember,” she told herself
But of course she did not.
Plagued through dessert
Through drinks
Through after dinner games.
What was it?
Finally the guests dispersed
And she had opportunity
To revisit the table.
She sat in the same seat
Imagined her table mates—
Arrestingly handsome there
Wittily remarkable there—
Banged her bruised forehead into polished walnut
Mourning the lost thought
Until arrestingly handsome touched her shoulder lightly
And with “Such a lovely dinner”
Lured her away from the sad reverie
To an even better idea
She had also missed.


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