disco fever

it was in

the seventies when she caught

a bad

case of

disco fever.

she had to go out dancing

every night

of the week

in her wild

dresses

with her hair down

and a flower

behind her ear.

she was drinking cosmos

back then,

and driving a beat up

Chevy Vega

with blue smoke coming out

the tail pipes.

we met in a downtown

bar just as they called

out last

call for alcohol

and the lights went up.

she didn't know i was 27

at the time,

and i didn't know

she was 17, but soon to be

18 in March.,

or so she said.

it lasted for about twelve

years.

a few kids later, a few

dogs,

a few townhouses with

orange shag

carpet and then the lawyers

took over.

i think about her now and

then,

the glitter ball above her

as Donna Summer

belted out another song.