The slam poet points in my general direction
and says “This one’s for the ladies”
The hulking smartass next to me counters,
“Yo, why you gotta point at me?
I ain’t no lady.” We all laugh, and this prompts
the Slam Poet to name me.
“It’s for Georgia, I mean. Ladies like Georgia.”
Then he performs a poem
so sexually explicit, and long, lasting almost 5 minutes
peppered with words like “Clitoris”
and “plunging” and “in and out” and “mouth”
I’ve never been more embarrassed