the party

I dream about
barry white.
he's an enormous
chocolate man with a long
braided silver
chain around
his neck.
he's in the kitchen
drinking wine,
talking in his deep
baritone voice.
a crowd is around
him.
I can hear the music
as he begins to sing.
people are doing
the hustle
in their polyester
clothes
and chunky shoes.
they are eating cheese
off of crackers.
someone brings out
a dish of shrimp wrapped
in bacon.
I take three, lifting
them with toothpicks.
I find my pina colada
in a long glass,
then I begin
to dance.