Molly Kraus 🔈
Grease is the Word
Remember, before Tina moved to Oklahoma, every weekend
slumber party we’d spend watching Grease on repeat
in our nightgowns, arms extended, hands clasped together as we
pretended to be Marty & Sonny at the national dance-off.
How Tina, even though she was brunette, always got to be Sandy
because she hit puberty first and all the boys knew her name.
Prophetic, to say the least (the very least) as Tina is the only one
without dead parents, whose Instagram account
rivals a Rydell High cheerleader’s scrapbook. I can’t say whether
your Frenchy or my Rizzo is too on the nose or perhaps
my days practicing Cool Rider on the ladder in my dad’s warehouse
means I’m best left to languish in sequels anyway.
I still picture us spinning in circles, anticipating adolescence,
not knowing our 30s would be so violent, so soon.
How in our 20s we’d almost die chasing after the high of when Marty
hit on Vince Fontaine saying Maraschino, you know, like in cherry.
About the Author
Molly Wadzeck Kraus is a freelance writer, poet, and essayist. Born and raised in Waco, Texas, she moved to the Finger Lakes region of New York, where she worked in animal rescue and welfare for many years. Her work has been published in Arkana Mag, Trouvaille Review, and Papeachu Press, among others. Her creative nonfiction, an Editor’s Choice Award winner, was nominated for a Best of the Net award by Arkana in 2022. Find her on Twitter @mwadzeckkraus.