OLD NEW YEAR’S EVE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I think back
to That Night of Black Magic
when I was dressed in beaded
dark grey lace
enthroned by the mink
of a dead mother-in-law
— silver heels decked
My Feet
rhinestones spiralled around My Neck
The Place was packed
when I tottered in
to drink only water
next I looked
The Place was cleared
but for My Party Of Six
My Truest Friends
out for fried fish & burgers
& cranberry puddng
until unforecasted snow
compelled Us to go
leaving no shoe
behind
Joanna Gilman Hyde 