Mr. CHRISTA BELL (Poet): Because your eyes remind me of watermelon rinds scraped clean of their meat by narrow teeth because today your skin is not burnished honey but a bitter herb chew to hold the grief at bay, because your lips are the purple grapes of (unintelligible).
The night ended with Prince dancing on top of his purple baby grand piano to 1987's If I Was Your Girlfriend, which segued into a triumphant, accelerated version of Baby, I'm A Star.