THE PARTY IS OVER

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

The party is over...

Stumbling around the kitchen,
oven door open,
a limp bra inside.

Stumping my toe
in the living room,
an empty bottle like a bowling pin.

Hopping on one foot
out the back door to the pool.

Wishing the wife would be swimming
naked and smiling.

But she left years ago,
when my sins could still float,
drunkenly hopeful.