(2005)

Imagine him too wild and too loud
to be contained in a room.

Imagine his hair, long and tangled,
too unruly for him to tame.

Imagine his scent clinging to him;
the scent of salt from
sweat and tears of screaming teens.

Imagine him dancing with every step.
Imagine his shriek piercing the air.

Give him an electric guitar.
Give him a microphone.

Imagine fans screaming, “play another, ”
imagine groupies fighting for his room key.

Imagine him playing, imagine a girl
kissing his hands, imagining him in poems.

Liz Oates

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