#MIDDLEBURY
Alphabet Street
Randall Mann
Prince Rogers Nelson, 1958-2016
“Adore” was my song
Back in ’87 –
Cool beans, I liked to say,
Desperately uncool.
Except for you.
Florida, a dirty hand
Gesture; the state, pay dirt.
Headphones on, I heard,
In a word, you were sex,
Just in time. Who was I
Kidding? Then, as now,
Love is too weak to define.
Mostly I just ran,
Not yet sixteen,
Overreaching. Track star,
Pretty uniform.
Queer, of course. Adore.
Rewind: my beloved teammates
Sometimes called me Cinnamon
Toast Crunch, or CTC, being neither black nor white.
Until the end of time.
Vanity would never do it for me.
Would you? You were definite, the
X in my fix. And now,
You’re gone. The old, on repeat. The new
Zeal: zero.
About this poem
“Prince’s death hit me hard. It brought me closer to his music and to a confusing, beautiful time, at 15, when I played ‘Adore’ on repeat; the italicized lines are from the song. This poem is for my friends Sabina Piersol and Miguel Murphy, who love Prince so much.” – Randall Mann
About Randall Mann
Randall Mann is the author of “Straight Razor” (Persea Books, 2013). He lives in San Francisco.
The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day@poets.org.
(c) 2016 Randall Mann. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
