Don’t invite me to your fancy party

I will come


I don’t know how to do fancy

Look, I’ll make an effort

Mom-in-law gave me this pullover

cashmere, elegant and black

(It’s just that the cat crept into my closet

and half an hour of brushing still left traces of orange tabby)

And the only make-up I own

is some basic foundation

of which I’ll wear a layer

just for you

(or as a shield

to hide behind)

with my black leather boots

(which I polished

only there’s still a drop of blue varnish on the toes of the right one

Should have kept them out of the way

when I painted

the little boy’s room)

I will come

and I’ll pretend

but all my confidence

will stem from the fact

that beneath those black boots

I’ll secretly wear

pink socks.

About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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