Tuesdays after school, Mom drove me and my sister to the nearby

Video Update where the ta-dum from the doorbell

fired off our race down the labyrinth of red carpet

so she could re-rent those direct-to-video Barbie movies

and I could rewind the 1987 season for the Minnesota Twins.

We’d meet mom at the register with our clamshells in hand

but when setting down the tapes they slosh liquid as the clerk

asks for my ID instead of a dollar for two-movie Tuesdays.

Candy bars are now cartons flavored with menthol and 100

while the Runts machine has fruits that can only be scratched.

Out the door gripping my brown bag, it’s nice to rewind

the tape on those Tuesdays until looking back at the sign

for Top Ten Liquors lit up with streams of neon red.