sundance

the end is near in the load bearing corners of your spare room

the floor is cold so that’s where the guests will stay during their days over

the music will be playing softly and soundly from the living room

keeping up appearances that we dance here all the time

but in fact our legs don’t always seem to work

and our sad intermittent conversation fills the air in the darkest room of this house

the mouse that lives downstairs is preaching for our set up to be better

and the letters I never sent you were found in the drawer of the round table before we could even eat

feet straight

have a seat we say

simultaneously

full of spite and misplaced attention

then we dance

to our sun going down

that’s me in the corner

then we dance

as if we always dance like this here

-D.