Party Of One
At three o’clock
Cicadas buzz outside
In the dewy grass
Hidden by nighttime clouds
And your dorm room
Is finally deserted
The crowds that
Packed themselves in
To the limited space
Bumping loud music
Drinks so strong
They burn your throat
While the bathroom
Has become a jungle
It’s finally gone
And you are alone
Alone
To clean up solo cups
Strewn recklessly
Mop up beer stains
That leave sticky spots
On your linoleum floors
Pick through abandoned trash
Pocketing dollar bills
And vodka flasks
Half empty
Forgetting germs
As the room is covered
In them already
This is when the fun
Can really start
When it’s just you
A broom
And a garbage bag
You turn on lo-fi beats
And let yourself dance
As you change the sheets
On your bed
Take Lysol wipes
To every surface
And bask in the
Serenity of solitude
Those people
Who leave your life chaos
Can never measure up
To the peace you get
From a party of one