The first day my body
didn't want to move that way I was
all knees and elbows flailing tripping
tripping over feet both my own and others
I slapped a girl
It was hand to hand combat on the too small wood floor
warped cracked boards tearing
at the soles of my feet with every
twist twist turn
and down right left down
but I was beaming
my heart like to explode with some
combination of adrenaline and joy
I am a dancer
a very poor dancer
but the rhythm is in me
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