The balloons sag like weary heads at half deflate
the bottles of seltzer have lost their spritz
glasses on the table are stained crimson,
blurred with the smudged swirls of fingertips
the chairs seem to have arranged themselves
into neat little alcoves while the streamers
are letting themselves flutter about
with the disregard of scattered entrails
a few scrunched up napkins litter
pockets of floor like shells brought
on a tide that has now receded
with a gentle tug from the moon