dancing the pain away
ankle sprain wrapped twice
take two aspirin and call
me in the morning
the phone never did ring
and two days later
she had fled on foot
I looked out the door
and all I saw was wind
whipping through the avenue
reminding me of a song
I’d been meaning to finish
days later she was back
upstairs and immobile
either fast asleep
or wide awake
fighting bouts of cold sweat
and hallucinating blue skies
swearing to god one of these days
she’s gonna dance again
march two thousand nineteen
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