still glowing from a fine performance
in front of a packed house
with unexpected superlatives
over punch afterwards
there is something about kicking ass isn't there?
blowing them away
listening to the echo of laughter's victory over tea
until you fade into the color of the carpet
and the numbers at the door
resign themselves to blushing sums
I cleaned dinner
and cooked the house
I didn't expect an invitation
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