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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 27

DON’T LET ANYONE GIVE YOU SPANISH FLY

‘Don’t let anyone give you Spanish Fly’
my aunt Flossie said
as we marched off to the nightclub
fishnet hose, a taffeta costume in hand

Earlier we’d sat in an agent’s office
‘Do you mix?’ he asked,
Never having heard the expression
I said ‘yes’

So, we danced in a nightclub
I had just quit college
in the bottom of my junior year

But y’know, I remember nothing that I learned there
except that Felice and I giggled in the Economics class
and I once could read Lamartine in French;
but half a century later
I still remember the opening chords of ‘The Johnson Rag’.







  Lois Michal Unger