party balloon

what doesn't
last
are stoves
and cars,
machines.
the blender on
its last
stir, the ice
box fizzling
into a wet
drip upon
the linoleum.
that light bulb
popping
black as you
twist it's
knob to go
on. even memories
have a way
of seeping
out like air
from a party balloon,
the music
over, the cake
gone, the pictures
faded yellow
and curled
in a box on
the floor.