becoming a Rockette
she tells me one morning
as i come down
to the kitchen.
she's wearing her fishnet
stockings
and high heels
from last night's foray
and a flimsy
fuzzy boa
that she bought online
at Adam and Eve.
she kicks her leg high
into the air,
knocking the cat off
the counter.
then the other leg,
which hits the coffee pot
sending it
flying to the floor.
i still have it, she says.
yes, you do, i tell her.
yes you do.
let me get the mop.
please be
careful with the ceiling fan.
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