I think I'm a loner.

you can beat the drums on aluminum tables,

hang air from the rafters,

and wrap the color of my cheeks around the beams,

but i'll still sit alone,

watching

white teeth flashing

feet shifting softly

lips tracing lyrics

warm palms falling

chins facing the stars

and i'll wonder why i'm here in the first place.

i've never really liked parties, 

to be honest.

--erin