A poem for festival season

Festival Tent

Is there rain on your tent?
Are you happy?
Are you sober or drunk?
Are you cold?

Was it good?
Are your eardrums muffled and muddy?
Is there somebody cute
you’re wondering if you might..?

Did you eat?
Was it decent?
I hate burger vans and cola
I bet the toilets are vile.
Are they?

Are you asleep?
Are you staring into a fire?
Or do you feel
like I did
in my festival tent?
Do your arms close
too quickly
and is something beside you
not there?


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