Picking Up the Party

Lipstick smeared cigarette butts,
beer bottles, wine corks, and red plastic cups:
these are the orphans of an amazing party.

The paperclip that held the entire night together
rusts in the morning dew,
discharged and discarded like a war veteran.

Whose shoe is this?
Who didn't finish her drink?
Who missed the toilet and puked in the sink?

The sun takes its pulpit
and preaches of sin, and gluttony,
and regret, and redemption.

Somebody played "she loves me not"
with the forks and
throngs of tongs glisten in the grass,
singing "Amazing Grace."

The champagne glasses line up for Confession
and spill everything,
just in time for the rapture.