The problem with party's at friends you don't really know

[Keith]

My shirt made me feel fat
and the sofa was too soft
for short legs.

She was scraped back, DrM booted
and mostly wearing black, makeup included,
confident about being uncomfortable.

I immediatley put her in my emo box
and opened another can.
I didn't watch her sit down on the arm
of my sofa.

"You look safe" she said
as she leaned against me.
I nodded in resigned agreement.

My wife came back from the toilet,
"they got a walk in shower" she said,
I nodded in suprised agreement.

"Who's she"? aked my wife with a guard dogs welcome.
I shrugged my shoulders and sunk a little more.
"I'm Rachel", answered the emo, "he looked safe".

My wife nodded in wistful acceptance.
I opened another can, they gulped wine.
Problem was I felt anything but safe.