stand in line
at the large hardware
store
with our basket
full
of goods.
plumbing tape
and washers,
a wrench
and a new toilet seat
for the third floor
bathroom.
a song comes on overhead.
Boogie Oogie Oogie,
by A Taste of Honey.
my feet start tapping
as i shimmy my shoulders,
she spins around
shaking her hair
wildly,
and uses the wrench
as a microphone.
we do a duet
until
the clerk yells at us.
telling us to move
forward, or
we'll have to leave.
it's Saturday night
again
at the disco,
1978 on M Street.
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