Driving through Ellettsville
I THINK of the brick building
tucked behind Main Street.
Former small town teen DISCO.
Every Saturday night
our bras bright white
under the black light.
Hips locked, we rocked
in the liminality of 13.
Innocently LURID,
harmlessly VAPID.
Here we were at ease.
The dangers of home
left at the door.

Heather