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Sport 43: 2015

Dancefloor

Dancefloor

He was not much on the beat.
She did not know what to do with her
hands. His arms had two left feet.
Her body made a kind of sporadic motion
as if connected to something going on
elsewhere—maybe someone learning to
t y p e?
His face was a confusion of anxiety
—where are you supposed to look when you dance?
For a gap, a silence, in which your movements
can be unnoticeably your own
and you can sit down
now
you’ve got the chance.