Lily (My One And Only)

There were so many people at my birthday party I think I only managed to welcome most everyone with a drunken smile. I tipped back shots bought by my adorable band of interns, smoked cigarettes in the windows and kissed the guitar player with the blue eyes on the corner. Then he watched me from the bar, jealously sipping his drinks, as I holed up with a coworker in a booth. And as the place emptied out by three am, the blue-eyed musician paced around the bar with a huge flower he must have stolen from a planter outside. The big lily dripped pollen as I waded through the fountain and back into his arms. The night was no doubt a blur, but my dreams that night were crisp and cinematic and starred the past.