At the Elvis Costello Dance-Off

Eating tuna casserole with a spoon

Her concrete blouse and crab bracelets

Attracted the short-haired men.

They downed thin martinis in a song

Stepped over lengths of the bespectacled fallen

And tussled, pulling her arms toward both exits.

She laughed like a pleased chimp, licorice hair bobbing,

As the surly imitations assaulted her, slurring disdain.