I'm a dancing lady. I drink three BigGulps of water a day. Got to be bathing the kidneys baby. Cranberry juice is the feminine way. So I dance. Fumbling for keys in the wretched old purse Zipper is eating my skin and my pants Don't tell my mom if I happen to curse When my hips start to swing The door open and it hits the wall My phone starts to ring inaccessibly and Chickadee is beginning to fall How romantic it is. To eternally know the problems caused Inheriting organs of different sizes Bladder and stomach are awful bemused For my shimmy and shake Reveal how much I've to learn from practice Repetitive deliberate quake From pretending to sit on a cactus. Do it again I say for the rest of the day One hundred times at least is best When learning to dance it's the key to say Again and again, bring on some more Teach me so when the time comes I can STOP. *photo by DFW Mid-Century Modern*
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.