at the back of the
dance floor at sadie rene's
where the rail wraps
in a rusty L around the
crowd of dancers and there
i was facing out, toward the side
where backstage darkness fades
detail and you smell rock bands
from 20 years ago, but back
to now i hold one hand with my
sister who is dancing to diana ross
like a family reunion where brothers
and sisters hold hands and dance, but
back to reality i was searching the darkening
sidelines in desperate fashion to find you but
no face or body or teeth or hands or eyes and
loudly grows the song, "all of my whole life
through, i never loved..." but nobody stops
dancing, even me, if i am dancing cause
it doesn't feel like it, but my feet are moving
around like they're painting lyrics on
the floor, the ones you've heard a million
times but damn do they need
to mean something now