At Least He Used Vaseline...

i'll tell you how it all began. it was a cool night, back in 1992. i was in someone's room (cos i didn't have my own television) and the arsenio hall show was on. and he introduced his special guest. i must have heard his name before, i don't know, apparently he was a little famous.

then he came out. in a suit. and shades (not sunglasses, baby, shades). and playing the saxophone. how did he know my achilles heel? how could i not fall in love? who knows what he played (i read later that it was heartbreak hotel -appropriate), all i know is that is when he took my heart. i am still waiting for him to give it back. bill clinton. i have loved him ever since.

oh yeah, sorry. politics. he was a politician (is that ever past tense) and a good one at that. to paraphrase a friend, at least when he screwed you up the ass, he used vaseline. all i know he was dead sexy - with his sax, his shades and smooth talk. and when i heard he was coming to zimbabwe, i had to tell my parents: if he is working the crowd, shaking hands and he says to me, 'round the corner, 10 minutes,' don't look for me because i WILL be round the corner in 5. hillary must have gotten wind of my intentions because all of a sudden she was the one who came to visit. but he feels my energy and he can't resist my pull. and i am patient. i have waited over 10 years and can wait longer. they moved to long island, then he got an office in harlem. i will wait. he'll be in brooklyn soon enough.