Last Dance

Quelle demoiselle the man next to me says. He

keeps the rhythm with one hand, taps his foot.

Want to dance? he asks me. I quake

with passion unspooling.

No, I say, I don’t dance, don’t

think, don’t blink.

I take a sip of tipple to the music.

Are you here for me?

dapple my hips and smile.

Let’s ride the pony, the Appaloosa, the

stallion I say, let’s play the beast

with two backs. He says, do you want to pavane waltz

rhumba with me, I will

dip you trip you. Kiss you. We Spanish

flu flamingo, Malaysian gavotte tie the knot, Viennese cakewalk.

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