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.