I say this year no different
From any other, so we party, the poets
And physicists arrive bearing
Cheeses, chile, sesame noodles,
Meats, mints, whatever–
Champagne–
Filling up the sideboard,
Filling the house up, filling it.
At midnight everyone kisses,
My man replenishes
His wicked punch,
My mother folk dances,
In the kitchen they pass a joint,
Then after that they put
The hard rock on,
And I dressed
In black tights and a borrowed
Black and red China silk jacket
Am that rolling stone, that
Natural woman
No different, no
Different, and by 3 A.M. if
The son of my blood
And the wild student of my affection
Should choose to carry on, if
My goddess daughter with her satiric
Stringbean boyfriend
Tuck themselves into the bunk
Bed of her girlhood, may they hear me
Mutter in my sleep, good
Luck and happy New year.
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