We too are a merciless and resolute people
you’d never know it by the way
we’re dancing for our lives
our crooked feet don’t confess the skulls
we’ve trampled or filled
with wine and ideas despite ourselves
best intentions
our hips are actors
swiveling too drunk ballerinas
though we know them to be the ball
and socket machines at heart
our smiles are liars like all
great smiles throughout history
tight-lipped for the too-sharp teeth
that would give anything to say
“Stop, don't do it--she's the wrong woman,
he's the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do.”
We’re a merciless but resolute people
and my feet are too tired to dance.
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