Overdressed

Blue skies, blue dress.
New shoes tight across my toes.
Nails freshly painted in Chanel Gitane red.

It’s only been minutes, yet it feels like hours since the ceremony began.

Strange words are spoken by a man in a green shirt. He invites us to raise our glasses, but what we’re toasting to I’m not so sure.

A small patch of sunburn on my knee starts to itch. I feel its discomfort but I  welcome the distraction that it brings.

I see a plane fly away in the distance, to somewhere I’d rather be, and I wonder how I got here, and why I’m still here.