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Dizengof Morning Thoughts |
‘Don’t let anyone give you Spanish Fly’
my aunt Flossie said
as we marched off to the nightclub
fishnet hose, a green taffeta costume in hand
Earlier we’d sat in an agent’s office
‘do you mix’ he asked
Never having heard the expression
I said ‘yes’
We danced in a nightclub.
I had just quit college
in the bottom of my junior year
But y’know, I remember nothing that I learned there
except that Felice and I giggled in the Economics class
and I once could read Lamartine in French
but half a century later
I still remember the opening chords of The Johnson Rag
(published in chapbook In This Dance)
copyright 2019
Lois Michal
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