First Dance (Circa 1957)
Crinkling crinolines creating
a ballooning circle rising
out from my shins.
They are itching.
Socks neatly rolled into new maryjanes that
are stiff and hurt my big toe.
Afternoon spent at the salon
smelling of perm,
the radio blaring Diana
and Wake Up Little Suzie.
My corsage cold from
the fridge pinned to a
two-tight bodice.
This skirt tilts up precariously
when I sit down.
Three crinkling crinolines
creating a balloon.
Waiting now for the red-headed boy
with sweat wilting my curled hair.
Only men sweat you say? ....women perspire?
My perspiring upper lip ruining
newly applied
lip stick.
The clock's ticking is the only way
to know times passing.
At last! The red-headed boy rings
the door to be met by my father
who humphs and parumps before
we walk out into the cool
carressing night with all the
crinkling crinolines swaying.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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