on dancing and poetry
i was dancing when i wrote my first significant poem
at least a poem that got noticed
i was nine and i’d wake up early
probably because i couldn’t sleep
and if i was careful i could put on the classical station
on the radio
it was a thin line from a beating
but i always took the risk
i began to dance
i was so fucking into it
leaping, rolling off the couch
prancing about the room
when the poem began to speak to me
and i knew instantly i should write it down
and that’s how it happened
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