I don’t mean to rank you out
as some kind of Haitian Sex Goddess
or Virtuous piece of Crescent trash,
the occasion never demands it,
but tonight I hate you, you lure me bitch,
and you are never precisely here. I love your friend
for taking you away, but I hate myself worse
for partially following, for the party demands a host
and I am the one
who skulks in the library