That Girl At the Party

You’re that girl at the party The one who I see coming Who’s going to want to talk about Slavery or banjo or climate change I’ve been waiting hoping you’d be here It’s been a nice time drinking my wine Talking about what’s on Netflix Like most people here want to do But not you You’ve been studying the movement Of Minstrelsy across the seas In the Eighteen fifties As you proceed to describe how A mother’s daughter might or mightn’t Be sold with her at the option of the buyer I drink in your dyed-scarlet hair and your tie dyed dress Your fingers move across the strings Like a spider’s legs I am not doing something new You say but you are original unique in my experience I can’t explain what you mean in the world To say you’re an angel or goddess Doesn’t do you justice Angels aren’t as sad or angry as you And so don’t retain the real essence of beauty You’re the messenger of truth Beauty however black however dark My emerald rose I imbibe your radiant soul February 16, 2020