THE ROOTS OF CONTACT 1976
By
Peter Nolan Smith
Downtown
A disco.
Flashing strobes
Deafening drum bass
A young weekend crowd
Dancing
Sexually fearless males on 'ludes
Disco waifs on blow
All of us 99% dead by dawn__
A thin wanton teenager sensually sways to Donna Summer's ' LOVE TO LOVE YOU, BABY'
She dances with me
Her body seducing my drugged libido
She's high
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"Love to love you, baby."
She lipsynches the chorus
"Love to you you baby."
Sara
Her name.
Sara is in high school
Private school
I push Sara away hard
Girls like her are danger
To themselves
To everyone around them__
I thread my way to the bar
"A vodka-tonic."
The bartender wants me
Jhoury pours a double and slips me a 'lude
I lean against the bar
A voyeur__
White boys dance with black men
Girls with girls
No one is straight
Not even 10%
The DJ pushes the beat on and on and on
I drop the 714
My second
Across the dance floor a brunette
Beauty
Alone
Surrounded by admirers
Famous
A Vogue model
Everyone knows her name.
Gia___
I am a no one, but I am the most no one here
Gia sees that
Her eyes fall on me
Mine on her.
Mirror to mirror
I know her
Gia famous
A Vogue model
I am no one
But I am the most no one here__
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BABY
Segue to silence
The dance floor stalled to a near-stop
The DJ smiles under a spotlight
More silence,
One second, two seconds fifteen seconds
Then Diana Ross' breathless voice
We all know this song
We sway
We all know what is coming
LOVE HANGOVER
Almost a ballad
Then Magic
The bass, the drums, the guitar and Diana on top of it all
Gia and I meet on the dance floor
She said her name
I tell her mine.
Names mean nothing in our world
Her body to mine
The 'lude hits
The madness of flesh
Gia and me
Immortalia
For now and eternity__
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