I tried not to rattle my server tray.
There she was
in her black Versace gown:
my favorite star.
I grew up watching her
every red carpet event,
envisioning her in one of my dresses.
I had even designed some
in her measurments.
But my manager fired staff
for speaking to celebs.
He gave them the cocktails
from my tray,
and she thanked him profusely
for the drink I had made.
She turned to her friend and said,
“I dunno, I’m looking for the perfect gown.”
I still think of that day,
and what could’ve been.