(“Say you, say me… say it together… naturally…”)


Lionel Ritchie… the choices of the soft rock station here in Xela fill me
with combined memories of childhood and elevators; the same songs that I memorized
with my walkman behind closed bedroom doors
later serenading the Filene’s dressing room as I tried on prom dresses…
if only the Pointer Sisters and Paula Abdul came on I could jump up and mix my salsa skills with the choreographed dances of Three Linda Street.


(“I don’t mind not knowing where I’m headed for…”)


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