There’s talk of the world ending. The New Year
Is fast approaching, Marie walks past the setup
For Dick Clark, the hordes of tourists allow her
To weave in and out unnoticed. The Christmas
Decorations still light her path, she stands in front
Of her tomb for the first time.
X’s litter the surface, a reminder of every wish she’s
Ignored, a voodoo doll that never worked, petals fall
Directly onto her hands, disappears as quickly as
The sound of Prince’s voice echoing throughout
the city fades. She’s about to witness
Her second turn of a century.
She can’t say it out loud, But she wants the world to
End. She’s looked death in the eye, and yet this is the
First time she feels old. She’s tired.
Wonders what It would be like to open the tomb
And climb inside. He would never allow that.
Marie knows he’s watching, every time she turns
A corner, he’s there. So she leaves.
She watches the ball drop. and when Legba shows
Up with the drink she was expecting, She takes a sip.
She’s beginning to forget who she is, and if
That person ever existed.