i think i’m dancing
swaying my hips to rhythm and bass
throwing my hands
just the right way
tilting my jaw
pouting my lips
thinking of bedding
this woman
cassandra?
melanie?
christina?
nickie?

what is her name?

I don’t know
but keep swaying
undulating
smiling
and fake fucking
until i taste my mouth

eleven beers
two shots of JD
a coffee of desperation

and realize
i’m trying to dance
but just don’t know how.

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