This party is crazy. I love crazy parties. But it fades so quickly. How dramatic. Thunder. I run away with my straps falling down. It’s of no concern. I get to my hotel, which happens to be in Rockefeller Center. Which is also my current or former place of employment. I hurry into the elevator. I want to close the doors. Be alone. Pressing the wrong floor, I can actually just button my shirt. In the building is a baby hysterical with a balloon screaming something about forever but she’s holding a balloon. Find me between the tin garbage cans two doors down. I see my friend. My god, I say, the craziest thing happened last night. I was writing. I was sleeping. I lost the video of my dad. Everyone I know is still alive. My birthday was two weeks ago. I did way too much coke and gave 6am head to some guy with a girlfriend. He’s not reading this right now.
Stacy Skolnik is a poet, editor, and cofounder of Montez Press Radio. She is the author of mrsblueeyes123 and coauthor of Rat Park with Katie Della-Valle. A PEN America Prison Writing Mentor, her work has been featured in Lambda Literary’s Poetry Spotlight, Columbia Journal, The Operating System, No Dear Magazine, Fjords and Adirondack Review, among others.
