I’ve hosted these kinds of awkward parties. They end about as well, too.

Here’s a poem.

the-invitation

I.

Our generous host
Raises her glass; we mirror
The dolent salute

II.

Glasses down, we drink
Breathless gulps of crimson wine
So bitter, we choke

III.

Earnestly, she smiles
Cancer dripping from her tongue
Thanks us for coming

IV.

We resent our host,
Regret we were invited,
Know we’ll come again

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