Mick
when she says it's Jagger
I step out, walk into space
& look up into his face as if to say, hey
not immediately now you get to meet me
sought after he can't think
nor swept up by swiftly — say no — so he takes my hand
fans & walks with me, he with his curly
yellow Afro ringlet hair
I step out, walk into space
& look up into his face as if to say, hey
not immediately now you get to meet me
sought after he can't think
nor swept up by swiftly — say no — so he takes my hand
fans & walks with me, he with his curly
yellow Afro ringlet hair
gold —no — spangly
I, the spare, oiled hips
one fan palm of a giant hand
he lets go
gangle I return to her
this is how
we meet, don’t know
we meet, don’t know
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