years doing the twist
in the kitchen
to a Beatles song,
i take my reading glasses off
and put paper down,
then join in,
swiveling my hips,
my legs, shuffling my feet
in my bedroom slippers.
we put chubby checker
on. we're knocking over
pots and pans.
the bottle of wine turns
over and spills onto
the floor.
the dog is barking.
the kids come in,
laughing. shaking their heads.
what's wrong you people,
they ask?
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