We love to dance to Aunt N’s records
while she puts on her makeup.
Our favorite is Michael Jackson.
The best song is Billie Jean.
We dance wild and free
and jump on her bed
and she laughs with us.
Sometimes we dance so wild
the record skips
and we have to start it over.
Then I ask Aunt N about the song.
I don’t understand the words.
I ask her, “What’s a lover?
Why isn’t the kid his son?”
Aunt N says, “Those are things little girls
don’t need to know.”
I got some clues from the video.
After he dances and spins on the sidewalk that lights up
he climbs the stairs outside a building
and goes to a bedroom
and when he gets in the bed with someone
it lights up and that person disappears.
His mama told him to be careful
who he loves.
I wonder if his mama liked Billie Jean.
I bet she didn’t.
Sister has a Michael Jackson doll.
He has the sparkly red jacket and one fancy glove
just like the real Michael wore on TV.
He is married to Sister’s Barbie
because we don’t have a Ken.
One night Sister put Barbie and Michael
under her pillow to go to bed
like a mommy and daddy.
After that Mommy took Michael away.
Sister stomped her foot and asked why.
Mommy said they should not sleep together.
“But they’re Mommy and Daddy!” Sister said.
It didn’t matter.
She never got Michael back.