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BAND GIRL, FORT LAUDERDALE

I'm being ignored again. This time

it's the young, blonde in the tight white jeans

sitting next to the big plain girl        

who keeps leaning over, talking to her.

But the blonde doesn't seem

to care about anything, as if 

she’d made a mistake, thought

the band was going to be

Rock, but it's not,

it's one of those young,

progressive groups, and they're good,

especially the singer, the way he keeps

reaching down, giving me the shivers,

and then I see her looking up at him

like a small, wild garden ,

and I realize what it is. She's his girl.

And the girl next to her is her best friend, 

her protector, the one who keeps telling her

she has to be crazy, that all he cares about

is himself, and his music, and getting high,

that living with him will kill her.                                                                                                                                       But the blonde

stopped listening to her months ago.

How can she explain to Rita

she can't' stop, that she loves Billy,

loves his music, that every time

she hears him sing she feels him

walking through her body

like he owns it.