I dance.
Turning, swirling everything
off my shoulders.
I dance until
I don't know I'm real.
They cry.
When I wake
I'm still dancing, shaking.
Everyday I dance my
lungs expand a little more,
tongue swells.
Tap my foot to Billy
singing my anthem.
Back against the wall and
partner of choice,
capital M-E. Damn near silent.
But I know I can dance.
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