He's got no shame

I identify as a turn-up queen/public health professional. I wrote a poem after a pandemic night out that I regretted.

How could he host an entire function

touting 300+ with no masks?

Hand soap invisible, like ain'tnone

I thought I had wanted a turn up

Base shaking the walls

and a roar from the dance floor

something I wanted to dance to

Now he's bouncing the door

talking too closely with strangers

I am locked in the bedroom

afraid of the air wafting under the frame

Dancing alone with no shame

Double-masked tight, teeth cutting my lip

An irresponsible disappointment

and he's got no shame