dancing on my own

coming in at the peak 

of a dance move with 

none of the build up

context was already set 

and the hips built 

momentum guided by 

arms I know it 

happened because of 

what I see now but 

I didn’t see it 

minutes ago I wasn’t 

there disembodied 

head bopped by 

a trunk with legs with 

feet that know what 

some sort of god 

had in mind for 

rhythm and beats

we each remember 

drums are what we 

have always pounded 

and pop music reached 

heights and it’s the child

in me that giggles

and only falters

when adults enter

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