For Bex
Paolo makes an arrangement with the DJ beforehand,
slipping several bunched notes into the nook of their handshake;
later, when the DJ unbunches his fist,
they roll out like stiff paper roses.
Paolo will push the tip of an index finger into his ear
whenever anyone says something surprising.
This is the signal.
At 9:31pm, Lady Gaga's Telephone is playing
when drunk Grace, ladling punch into her plastic cup,
says, under camoflage of song, that once,
at work, she pooed herself a little bit,
and didn't wipe her bum till she got home.
He does the signal.
*RECORD SCRATCH*
'Whaaaaaat?!' says Paolo
in the fresh silence.
The DJ winks.
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