I don’t dance well but I think I could dance for you.
I could flop back on some
ugly, beige couch with a beer in my hand;
tell you this is all I am for today:
snow on our television screen, ten seconds of song
before I hit next, pacing and sitting, the shift
of my bare ankle searching for yours under a
shared blanket.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I don’t dance well but I think I could dance for you.
I could flop back on some
ugly, beige couch with a beer in my hand;
tell you this is all I am for today:
snow on our television screen, ten seconds of song
before I hit next, pacing and sitting, the shift
of my bare ankle searching for yours under a
shared blanket.