Resolution Poem #2 – Self-Portrait as Blues Singer

Caveat: I don’t know much about the blues. This poem will likely require either a) a new title or b) some research on the blues.

Let me tell you how this poem happened. First, I’ve been listening to this song on repeat:

Second: Last night, I went to my lovely friend Rogue’s birthday party. Rogue is the kind of person that you either want to be or be with. If a) she wasn’t married and b) I liked girls, I’d try to marry her. Since we both already have derby wives, we decided to be derby mistresses.

Me & Rogue at the pride parade last summer.

But I’m getting off track. Rogue isn’t actually the inspiration for this poem, the venue of her party is. It was upstairs from a bar, in this space with great hardwood floors and dark red walls, and there was a huge picture window next to the dance floor and an awesome dj and lots of happy dancing derby girls. One of the things I love about derby girls is the way they dress — which is to say, not at all conventionally. Boots and tights and shorts, leggings and lace, funky dresses, great accessories. Anyway, I was thinking about clothes, dancing, and wood floors.

Third: I’ve been reading this poem and this journal.

So 1+2+3 = this poem (which will disappear sometime tomorrow):

Self-Portrait as Blues Singer

*poof*

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~ by Sara on January 15, 2012.