go-go dancing for Elvis
by Leslie Greentree

copyright © 2003 Leslie Greentree

why am I always washing dishes when she calls?
she probably thinks I’m one of those people who never
leaves the house who watches TV all night and thinks
the stars of their favourite shows are real

I sling the tea towel over my shoulder
while she tells me her latest grand adventure
a six month tour across the United States
go-go dancing for an Elvis impersonator
the young slender Elvis of course

she’s flying to San Francisco to learn the right Elvis moves
you have to know the right people she says
to be a go-go dancer for Elvis
the beautiful sister has always known the right people
free trips to everywhere invitations to movie premieres
I guess that means she’s always
known all the moves too

what am I supposed to tell her
that I plan to hang out at Totem Lumber in my spare time
next week after I’m finished scraping all the
shit from my walls that was so deftly
hidden by the dainty rose wallpaper put up by the previous
owner that I was scared to death the first time I
pulled out the lawnmower and how I felt liked I’d scaled a
mountain when the grass ended up basically even
and I didn’t electrocute myself

while she’s being fitted for her black go-go boots
I’ll be going through all the boxes I’ve been avoiding
photographs and wedding shots that never made it into
the album the birthday cards I didn’t have time to
sort before leaving: happy birthday Honey thanks for seven
great years you make me so happy I love you

I say I’m fine ask about the tour make all those
encouraging envious noises I always make
with the beautiful sister I hang up the phone and
open a bottle of grenache I’m not going through
those fucking photographs tomorrow