"R.S.V.P."

R.S.V.P.

I was pleased to accept your invite tonight, though I’m not the party type. Figured I’d make a show, say I came. Don’t know anyone’s name here. Dress said party attire; I’d say I’m overdressed and stressed about this get-up that’s not me. ‘Bout to giddy-up outta here—attend my own siesta. This burro has never been el alma de la fiesta. You’re circled by activity, then you see me hee-hawing my way to the door. You bray to get my attention, I’m pretending I don’t hear, but my conspicuous ears sell me out. We chat it up; I struggle to say something clever. Five minutes is forever; small talk ’til whenever, then it’s time to... adios.