Let me dance

Lauren Levine

Jan 4, 2023

1 min read

Outside of my kitchen

Pirouetting above an AGA

Alone, in Farrow and Ball tones

This is not the right place for dancing.

A cold room, cool breeze.

Stasis.

Dancing is for sweat,

Piercings catch armpits,

Feet wrench,

Escaping the sugary snare

Of a garish floor.

Circles of strangers,

A space emerges

We press for the sake of pressing.

I miss those moments.

Abandon, unwatched.

All I can do now.

Is spin slowly to the sounds of the Sonos.

And think of when I was dancing

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