to an ebony surprise,

she grimaced a smile,

love was in her eyes.

Water she asked for,

but my body was her desire,

I closed the door,

and opened it in a little while.

Thanks for the water, she said,

and asked me for a date,

Uh! that reminds me I returned,

I gotta go; I am going to be late.

It wasn't that she was black;

instead ; it was the slothful body,

the trenches between the teeth,

the IQ of a donkey.

It wasn't the skin color,

but the small bloated body,

the huge gaps between the teeth,

her minuscule brain.

I am sorry I can't go I soothed,

I am going to the stores,

bring me back a watch or something she coaxed,

Right! Who does she think she is.

Next she wrote me a letter,

telling me she would be true,

telling me she had never had sex,

and would I be her boyfriend too.

When she came to the door again,

I turned her down with belief,

she wanted to shake my hand,

I took hers with relief.

She wouldn't let go,

I thought she wanted to say goodbye,

say nice to meet you, so long,

I should have seen the look in her eyes.

So now she knocks on the door,

I hide behind wood,

loath to face her,

I don't see how anyone could.

CALDER WOLFE