you’re at a house party
it’s 17 Caucasians standing in a kitchen listening to Lizzo aggressively
all of them have ironic hair
one man is barefoot
he’s brought a theremin
why on earth
the host offers you a home brewed kombucha, but they call it “Booch” and tell you they’re polyamorous for no discernible reason
you say “wild”
somebody who looks like he has Pete Davidson diseases turns down the music to recite spoken word poetry over it
Theremin guy busts it out and matches the rhythm
everyone sits on the nasty floor
everyone except Anissa with the hula hoop
Anissa provides the much needed visual-flow element to the unsolicited Honky shenanigans
A fella rides up on a unicycle
He’s the Graphic Design professor at the local university
He’s with your girlfriend
They look happy
A tear falls into your booch and the cup starts glowing
the host trembles in terror
“you’ve awakened it…