I plan a feast for the night.
inviting all my imaginary friends.
sally, joe, vanessa, slim jim and jane doe.
they're all light eaters, so more for me.
I light some candles.
put some music on.
I put a bottle of asti spumante on ice.
they should be here any minute now.
I should get out of this old ratty robe,
these flip flops.
I should take a shower, brush my teeth.
take the pizza out of the oven.
it will be a night to remember.
the stories that will be told.
I look out the window, not yet, but
they're always late, maybe i'll start
without them.
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