Party Behaviors
At the party, a light turned on inside one woman and it shone through her skin and shirt.
A man brought a private darkness with him. He climbed inside it but still we heard his voice.
One person bent the air, warping what we saw making things seem to wiggle,
making us giggle. And some of a verbose fellow's words became visible and rose to the ceiling,
full of gas, helium, perhaps. Only briefly did I become a turtle so as to be left alone.
Hans Ostrom













