On Tuesdays we are no longer fourth graders.

When we step from our mothers' station wagons

roller skates in hand,

we are crimefighting disco queens

with feathered hair,

ready to ward off hairy men

in brown terrycloth jumpsuits.

Yes, our satin pants are constricting,

but we don't care.

They allow is to skate faster.

Erin Mahon

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