Tommy's Drake Themed 30th Birthday Party

Passion fruits pose in bowls on tables, as if waiting to be painted as still lifes, but save for the many cardboard cutouts of the boy for girls--and Tommy--to pose with, stillness is scarce; more life and more life and more life are at the door, in the driveway, and on the horizon bringing more love and more love and more love in giftwrapped boxes, baskets, and bottles... or so we hope...Passionate from miles away... and up closeeee The Dd gently drops the needle on Take Care as the lights dim; exes are texted, from Texas o Toronto by way of Memphis, voicemails are recorded I'm just saying you can doooo beeetteeerrrrr..." Sobs are heard, restraining orders are violated, an owl flies from room to room, now to a sideroom where a man holds a woman's hand and gazes into her eyes, "When a good thing goes bad it's not he end of the world..." Now it flies over a cake- t proportionately sized Drake doll sitting on dge, now it flies into the bathroom, where a slumped partygoer hardly manages to sprawl, in lipstick, "IF YOU'RE READING THIS IT'S TOO LATE" now it flies out the window and over the street where a man revving his sportbike with two BBW's squeezed on the seat behind him yells, “Just hold on, we're going homel!!" Finally it flies over the back yard, moodily illumined by string lights and a full moon...Tommy looks up and toasts his drink, smiles, the moon is 6 God, eyebrows done, shiny lips pursed, "Tommy, yuh a real badman playuh. A dem bumbaclot nah like we one of a kind, special same kind. Happ 30th, dat dutty dirty--yuh di champagne papi tonight proud a yuh, mi breddal"