Carol Novack
	Dance, Baby, Dance! 1. Prom Queen Baby pink clouds chased the little sailboat till it slipped off the edge of the sea. From afar, I heard the boys zithering in the wind. When I turned to bite your ear lobe, the alarming scent of prom orchids assaulted me. You offered them, but I had no gown and I was much too old for that sort of thing. So I wept. To comfort me, you stroked my tender bellybutton, sore from a stor