February 16, 2004

A Party in Rogers Park in mid-July

I sit on the L platform at Morse
trying to piece together
what I said and did
last night
like a jigsaw puzzle
with a lot of pieces
that got eaten by the dog.
I didn’t know
I sang “Take On Me”
at the top of my lungs
until they reminded me
this morning.
I kept walking by the stereo
and turning up the music
as if there was something
I couldn’t quite hear,
or at least that’s what they tell me.
And I don’t remember
telling Dan and Mike
three times in a row about this story
I wrote about a priest
that was really about me
and Joanne.
I vaguely recall
trying to keep straight
the names of 5 or 6 people I just met
and failing miserably.
I had to be told
that the girl I thought
I had a chance with
got back together with
her old boyfriend at this party.
Somehow, while I was sleeping
on the floor next to her,
I made my high school valedictorian,
who I loved madly
in eighth grade, cry.
And that makes me
feel worse than this hangover,
which happens to be my first.

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