The photo and the poem journey back in time …
Save My Life
Mallory’s bedroom door is closed,
but I can hear the music from my old LPs.
She has salvaged our turntable and the past.
“Save my life, I’m goin’ down for the last time”
from Flat as a Pancake by Headeast, circa 1980,
spins round and round on the warped vinyl.
Mallory’s high-pitched voice tries to match the lead singer’s.
Then I am humming and bumping around the kitchen.
I am back in that one-piece jumpsuit that Bill once loved,
spritzing the Charlie and slicking on Bonnie Bell lip gloss.
It is “disco” time, Saturday Night Fever,
the double bump and Donna Summers all over again:
“We danced and we danced and we danced”
with the lights flickering at our feet.
“Save my life –”
The music above stops abruptly.
Soon, Dave Matthews’ sad whine slips downstairs,
and I go back to my ironing.