dance

move with the grace I've observed my whole life, not simply imitating the jumble of limbs scattered around me but to swing my arms freely and twirl with my eyes closed and head back. smiling. to dance like no one is watching, to forget my own clumsiness. the second left foot is only there because my anxiety has reshaped the arch of my toes to make me fall on my nose. if loved myself the way his eyes see me maybe I could really dance.