All the people who looked down on you
for your free lunch and your know it all
have made a space for your dancing,
and isn’t that your fangs, coming in?
You are dancing for the girl in the mirror alone:
That cat burglar in a velvet dress and long gloves
Telling yourself the story
that none of this has ever hurt you
that none of this will ever matter again,
a story so good it sounds real and you can shake your ass in time.
You have finally weaponized your desire, so hot
it’ll burn blisters down their throats.
~ Melissa Newman-Evans, “A Desperation Dances,” published in FreezeRay