Where everyone is nobody.
Hiding what is wearing them
But showing what they are wearing.
We lit a fire for the festivities
Because nothing says you are paying attention
Than a huge fire in the middle of the room.
I played piano until I ran out of songs
Then danced until I found out his name.
Wished on the first star I saw someone would save me
Then went back to a life that assured me that wouldn’t be the case.
We rode in to tell of the news
They wanted to know where my demons live
I told them
It’s all right here, in my poetry.