My Golden Birthday

My birthday party at Skatetown U.S.A. was rad until you got sent to the penalty box, pushing down wobbly ten-year olds in lieu of little brothers, our skate rink windowless, blaring Debbie Deb, Egyptian Lover, Petula Clark singing “Downtown, things will be great when you’re Downtown,” touching our skates with pink tipped nails, Cheet-o fingers, mental rentals vibrated on bathroom tiles while you made out with Franco Ortiz behind Centipede, or Millipede, video games in full color, roller balls spun while your big pretzel got cold in my hand, friendship pins lost rainbow seed beads. Your mom used to live across the street next to Kmart and you told everyone your real mom was in "Valley Girl", the redhead with big pink nipples, you made fun of my face in the mirror writ on with silver Outliners, my cheeks were too fat, my eyes small and retarded, my forehead just made you laugh, your mom came to get us in the Nova. I said, “Remember this morning in Science how I said, ‘We could put in each other in a trance. Tonight when you sleep over I’ll put you in a trance. Like when I did at your stepmom’s house last Friday. Do you still wanna do that?" ?