that new year

at approximately 11 she made the polite excuse
and slipped off to the bathroom to powder
garish small tinfoiled mints in the tray
and a handtowel with embroidered champagne glasses intertwined
a band of favorites from the 60's 70's and 80's reminded the toilet stall walls of the reason never to listen to FM radio.
closing, the purse snapped
like a neck stem countdown on orange