YES, I WAS A DEBUTANTE


I wore a dress of ivory lace,
Waltzed with my daddy,
Gave him a demure peck
On the cheek. When presented
I did the loveliest of deep
Swanlike curtsies. Both knees grazed

 

The floor. But when the night was over
I also got off another deb
(Shame, that I can't remember
Her face or her name)
In a bathroom stall. I shucked the dress,
Leapt the servants' stairs,
Hopped a ride to the Blue Note

 

In Biloxi, where I danced and danced
Wearing dark shades
In an even darker room. The large mirror,
The dust-ladened one behind the bar,
Held the vibrant image of a woman,
A woman unlike any I'd ever known