Party Time

My phone chirped.

A text message.

A party.

Party time.

Her house.

In fifteen minutes.

(That’s how long,
It takes to drive,
From here,
To there,
If I hurry.)

Very informal.

Fun and games.

Come as you are.

Before I finished,
Reading the first text,
Second text arrived.

“Well?”

“Are you coming?”

I texted back.

“Still wet,
Just got out of,
The shower.”

“Let me pull something on.”

“I will be there in 20 minutes.”

Third text arrived.

“Come as you are,
This party is just . . . “

Text ended there.

There was a pause.

Fourth text,

“Just the two of us.”

Sixth message,
Was a sext.

Of her.

Grabbed my wallet,
Car keys,
And shorts.

(Other wise,
In case I got stopped,
Police might frown.)

As I was getting in the car,
Another text.

“Did I say,
Fun and games.”

And then,
One more.

“Hurry.”