Alternate Timeline
I’d still wear the black dress-
the one that my best friend picked out.
The weather wouldn’t be quite as humid
and I’d get there late-
fashionably.
I’d see my ex
and you’d come right up to me
(you’d rescue me from that conversation).
You’d still be wearing that douchey polo shirt
(i’d think it's endearing).
And when you offered me a drink-
it wouldn’t make me fuzzy
and we’d dance for an hour (it wouldn’t be raining).
We’d ignore all the sweaty bodies
and you wouldn’t bring me upstairs.
Well,
maybe you’d offer
and I’d laugh and say
we don’t want to intrude
(We don’t quite know the host or the home after all)
Your friends would be charming-
the kind brotherly way.
And come fall,
You’d drive me to school
And peck me
before class
And I wouldn’t have to pretend
I didn’t know you
in the hallways
Posted Aug 20, 2021, 3:08 PM UTC · edited
Alternate Timeline. The title and the daydreaminess of this piece signal that someone is revisiting events and imagining them differently. On first read, I took this to be a sweet coming of age poem about a potential relationship that wasn't yet certain. The party was wholy imagined. The polite, considerate banter and pecks on the cheek were a fantasy of a fling that hasn't ever existed (but is nevertheless desired). However, there are some darker undertones that I find really interesting. The drink that wouldn't make her fuzzy. The passive voice of being (not) taken upstairs. The walking by someone in the hallways pretending you don't know them. Maybe this relationship has existed, and maybe the drink did make the protagonist fuzzy. Maybe she was taken upstairs. Maybe she doesn't wear that black dress anymore. Maybe her friends know why.
I'm glad you enjoyed the read! You got the theme perfectly.