Kwansaba: Donna Summer
KWANSABA: DONNA SUMMER
by Kenny Fame
Trademark hair out to there. Red lipstick
stamped to the seventies like a napkin.
String of hits kept spinning like disco
balls. Spinning like memories of needles stuck
in the groove of an LP– repeating
like an eight-track tape. Stuck in
the dashboard of my dad’s old Buick.
-refers from the word red in Rose Hunter’s poem Magenta and Peridot