Getting Ready to Go Out on Thursday Nights
My wet hair sticks to my shoulders like seaweed
as I face my wardrobe
now the enemy,
a monster,
I created.
Indecisiveness takes her hands and
clenches them around my neck.
I ease her grip with a sip from a glass
of what my mother considers water.
Our house shakes with the simultaneous sounds
of blow dryers that roar like lions
while Akon diffuses into each room,
almost convincing us he's actually here.
After numerous approvals and reassurances,
we gather around the kitchen island,
our sixth friend,
a marble block of secrets.
A thundering clad of heels against our ceiling
is an indication that its time to go.
We cross the threshold greeting new air,
into a night we probably won't remember.
I like your poem a lot. It is funny and easily relatable, especially to college students. I enjoyed your straight-forward style of writing, also. I do not always enjoy trying to find the deeper meaning in poems, and I feel like I did not have to spend a great amount of time trying to understand exactly what you wrote. I think that you chose a great topic to write about, one that I never would have considered. I like all of the imagery you used, such as the "thundering of clad heels" and I enjoyed your personification of indecisiveness. The irony of the poem is great as the speaker spends hours getting ready and wondering what to wear while preparing to go out into a night that she will not even remember.
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