The Hostess

The Hostess

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
The drink’s flowing and the music’s loud.
There was cake earlier, but it’s all gone
and she’s feeling sick, overindulged.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
Smoking must only be done outside
on the fire escape. And no stains
are to be trodden into the carpet.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
The neighbours might even complain.
She knows she could have invited them.
But her list said they wouldn’t fit in.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
Strict door policy. Personal invite only.
A fastidious dress code. Only the best.
She’d preened ‘til the mirror approved.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
No beardy geeks reciting sci-fi scripts
in the kitchen. No sad little girls crying
in the bathroom. No awkward small-talk.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
The original guest-list is pinned to the fridge.
a reminder. Every single name slashed out.
There was good reason for each slashing.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
Mixing and shaking more careful cocktails
to the exact instructions of the library book.
Her nausea now passed, as all things do.

She’s hosting an exclusive party.
Music twisted up louder still. She stalks,
tall on her victorious heels, to the centre
of the empty room. No one can outshine.

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25 responses to “The Hostess

  1. Oh, this is BRILLIANT, Holly. That is the way to have a perfect party–invite no one. There is loneliness in perfection.

  2. I think I shall host an exclusive party!

  3. Really liked the form of this, and the ending – perfect.
    There’s a publication in Australia this poem would be perfect for, it’s titled Short and Twisted.

  4. She seems to be happy enough with the arrangement!

  5. Well, parties don’t come more exclusive than that ☺
    (I’d love to hear some of the “good” reasons for the slashings!)

  6. Loving the use of repetition, and, of course, the slashing :)

  7. Absolutely brilliant Holly!

    I love the line “She’d preened ’till the mirror approved”.

    I don’t like having parties – why can’t everyone be perfect like me?!

    I don’t know if you ever watched the series “Friends” but this could be Monica. In fact they could have made a great episode around this poem :)

    Christine

  8. Oh I have those parties, and I love them ha ha (or do I?) ;-)

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