to do the peppermint
twist in the basement
to Chubby Checker
records and
do the limbo.
we were
athletic and lean,
able
to bend under the bar
without
touching our chin.
Angel's mother was upstairs
with her husband
Roy
watching tv.
Gunsmoke, or Lawrence Welk.
sometimes we'd play
post office,
or spin the bottle,
sitting dangerously knee to knee.
but if it got too quiet,
Angel's mother
would be at the top of
the stairs again
asking what the hell is
going on
down there?
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