Roller Derby
Kansas City Bomber, starring
Raquel Welch is on the screen, Friday night
Dad’s drunk, again. me and mom and sister in car
Parked at the drive-in
Raquel is skating around the rink in her tight white number
eleven shirt and tights
Dad took me to a T-Birds game downtown Los Angeles at the
Olympic Auditorium:
Smoke stale room, adults drinking smoking
The skaters moved slower, the crowd was smaller.
It looked more real on TV.
Dad would leave me alone. I need to go to the restroom, he
would say. He went to
The restroom a lot that day. He always came back with beer on
his breath.
Nobody looked like Raquel.
Mom’s crying and sister’s upset (she’s not with her friends)
My hand in popcorn and my mouth full of popcorn
Enjoying Raquel skating around in her four wheel skates
She’s wins the elimination race to stay on the team.
A victorious Raquel is what a twelve-year-old boy wants to
see.
Next Friday we’ll be back.
And that’s the end.
