Ode to Dance

a poem about motion

For the jeans she was wearing,
For the jeans I didn’t.

For wrists that spin voices,
For the hips that spin back.

For lips like curtains,
For teeth that part them.

For soles filled with spirits,
For spirits filled with souls.

For bartenders who reap both,
For empty barstools.

For the words they forgot,
For the feet that remembered.

For the shoes lost in transit,
For the laces that tied them together.

¹art by Pragna Gaddamedi (@prgs.jpeg)

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Poetry Tip of the Day!

Dancing, jigging, swaying, stepping, throwing ass, or getting down. This isn’t my first poem about motion and it won’t be my last. Dance is cheap and wildly unregulated. Until someone does something about that too, it’s our responsibility to exercise the right as much as possible. If nothing else, it’s cheap therapy.

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