I don't think you were there.
People were swooning
over one guest's cobalt blue cape
worn with neon orange leggings.
In one corner there was an old
folding card table with snacks
placed on kitschy glass serving trays.
One oblong pink plate contained
asparagus spears encircled with shredded
beets. The kitchen floor was scuffed
and smelly. I found a dead roach
on a box of coffee filters in the cabinet
while looking for the salt.
When I picked up the carcass with
a dry paper towel, it crackled
like a potato chip.
Come to think of it, if you had entered
the room, I'm fairly certain
I would've remembered you were there.