Poetry

Who All Gon’ Be There?

In admiration of the unnamed woman with rollers from Cleveland

Who all gon’ be there?

You went to hear Martin speak with your rollers in
tell me what kinda confidence you rolling in?
that’s the level of audacity that I desire
rollers in my hair, pristine attire
looking Sick and Tired
on the front row
best seat in the house — every show