I'm writing this at a party.
I fade into the beige wallpaper
A girl introduces herself and calls me "Renee".
I don't correct her because I don't see us crossing paths ever again,
she got it close enough anyway.
I don't drink- so I don't drink anything- not even the water offered.
I am sneaking peaks at the clock, at my watch, and at my phone trying to calculate an acceptable time to have stayed and left.
I feign interest at beer pong and fake smiles at those playing (but not too many to come off as any stranger than the silent girl on the couch).
It is okay if they feel something off about me-
they will forget about me and I will forget about them by the morning.