Because you didn’t show up in sequins,
your friend walks you into her closet
and pulls out the low-cut black and white number
with sequins and beadwork and scalloped sleeves.
Nothing to do then but say thank you
and slip into it, say yes to the wine
as it’s offered, say yes to the disco ball
and the surging beat, say yes to the night
and the happiness that catches you off guard.
You won’t be able to keep it, no, but
for a while it’s possible to be so content
you forget to ask for more.