The Reunion
By Ava Sullivan

Family gatherings make you dizzy
Dressed in your best shoes
The 7Up gets fizzier
‘Fore your eyes start to bruise

About a quarter dozen
Of your Nana’s oatmeal raisin
Becomes ultimately wasted
Washed out like the sun

Several hours later
You stare back at the sky
Sprawled across the sidewalk
Reaching the cellar of your mind