the heat of the moment

and then i woke up
and i remembered the evening
in flashes backward

as you do

stading in the kitchen
with one arm up
forefinger extended
to the roof

knees bent
rockin roll style


and proceeding to sing along
"heat of the moment"
at the top of my lungs

then dance

like a shaved turtle

it was at that point i also remember
the look on my guests' faces

a novelist and another esteemed collegue
who came to buy some paintings

and i remember their faces
becoming quite blank

and i remember them earlier in the evening
seeming much less frightened

and then i remember them leaving

and somewhere in the middle of it all i remember
someone asking if i was okay

i was okay

i had a great time

i hope you did as well