The Bad Hostess... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Bad Hostess...



she says
come early
we miss you
we just arrive
from
las vegas

asap

7: 30 pm
dinner starts
conversations
roll
like marbles
or pins

and she says
i remember when you
were still so young
you and your mom
slept in our
ancestral house
you were so smart
articulate

and you
called me
dumb.

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