Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Dancing Queen

your name
mentioned
in
the car on
the
way there.

Maid of honor.
Top of the
food chain.

Taller.

single and
everyone
reminded
me so.

Dancing alone.

back bone.
a slouch.

Gripped with
fear,
then disappear.

I walk onto the dance floor,
miles
from you.

dancing alone too.

close my eyes
and
then open.
there you are.
there dancing with me.

Small.

A victory.
but, a victory none the less.

08'

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