How many flash bulbs. How much film.
How many pictures will I want to take.
How much paper, how many pens.
Who will be there, will someone
lend me a pen if I need one.
What will I think while I look
around the room, who will I notice.
Who is selecting a dress, like me.
Who will arrive at the nightclub
when I do. Will we notice
each other, whose coat will mine
rub up against in the coat check.
All of you could be anyone,
I want to be ready for you,
for your bone structure and
the way you close your eyes
during that song. How do I prepare
to meet that moment I will want
to yank out of line by the collar
and slam my light against.