Frat Parties and Bruises

My right knee is ugly.

Swollen joints don't move right.

They’re ugly

Puffy, Painful

I can't run because of my ugly knee.

The brace doesn't fit right.

I cry myself to sleep

The blankets have turned painful, weighing down

My friends pull me onto the table

I can't hear a thing

My head throbs, the room sways,

The sweaty bodies don't even bother me because

A cup is in my hand.

I don't even notice my knee

I don't even notice when my knee hits the table

The black and blue and purple and brown bruise

I do notice in the morning.

I notice it's beautiful.

I notice it hurts.

I've never had so much fun.

I've never had friends.

My friends pulled me onto the table.

My friends danced in the pouring rain, holding my umbrella

As I try to find how to get home.

My knee hurts,

But I am not in pain.