The Coronation
The cab driver told us
when he says, “Vavavoom”
he means “vavavoom”
but we could not take him on his word
and so he drove us to see
the burlesque princess dance
in all lewd majesty, her
name was Dakota,
holding court before her subjects
who paid obeisance by the dollar,
black, sequined gloves,
an heirloom spun
in provocative
royal ceremony
demonstrating her
claim to lineage,
crowned queen
of the Palace of Passaic.
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