Experiential Decision - January 24, 2007
by Kyle Michaud
[anecdote poem - revised Feb. 19]
"I love you!" - she shouts with such veracity.
I tell her I know and turn back to the party.
The boys start their inevitable fight - words and stares blaze.
I roll my eyes - I guess it'd be wise to watch what I say.
"Who's that?" - she then asks, pointing to her best friend.
I answer quickly, annoyed with her incessant questions.
The words and stares finally lend to shouts and fists.
I ponder the purpose - drunken jealousy - and look away.
"I love you!" - she shouts again - a new revelation has dawned!
"I love you, too." - I smile and look back to the table.
The boys coalesce and the beer pong starts once more.
I watch for a moment - should I play? - I'm not drunk enough....
"I have to puke..." - she laughs tensely and brings truth to premonition.
I hold her up and steady and help her to the bathroom.
So, this is what it's like? - I wonder as we walk.
I bring her to the toilet and regret ever showing up.
I ask myself, What's so fun about vomit and fisticuffs?
Then I carry her to the car and vow to never look back.