Party of One

By Cassie Bell

Outside of my bedroom window is an infinity
It wakes me with its vastness, its roaring silence
Like an entire universe laid out just for me, begging to be seen

Fate arranges it, I suppose, as she does with most
She places planets on gold laden china and pours us all a flute of stars
Next the clouds: strewn about like fur throws to a velvet couch

Its magnificent you know, my host
Makes you feel like you’re the only guest at her dinner party
All alone but “hear hear” toasts

I think she plated Jupiter to taunt me - an unattainable jewel
I glaze my eyes and blur its sphere until it becomes real, edible: You

Oh if you could see it!
The song birds dance on table tops and the sun arrives to set us all ablaze
We’re charred and delirious just in time for tea

 “This is home,” Fate says, “This is yours. Only don’t touch, nothing can be eaten until dessert”

- My favorite course

So I sip my stars and listen to the band play an empty tune, all sax and blue
Unaccompanied
Dressed up in flesh and daydreams: positively starving

Cassie is a Florida based poet who began writing the moment she was gifted her first journal and pen by her grandmother at age ten. Her voracious love for storytelling mingles with her background in life sciences to offer tales of girlhood through worlds unseen.