Disco Ball Blues
by Molly Fisher
Daphne disco glam dusting
BOY. Pretty boy.
A smile that tickles like a feather boa. Dancing queen,
young and sweet, he’s only 23.
Drunk girl glitter swirl daydream don’t
stop believin! glow-in-the-dark heart thumpthump
thumping to synth-pumping, sexy-70s-hip-swaying
hits
like something booming, blooming,
doomed. This is the remix.
Pretty boy. Cosmic copper cool-guy eyes.
Mad-dash, beer-splashed mouth dances
against a bomb-shell, gogo-belle blondie hottie.
Gyration flirtation stung by the sensation of
Saturday night fever fizzing my
glitter red blood.
He is a dreamer, let us
leave him.