Poem #259

thrust limbs in all directions
move hips in a circular pattern
whip hair back and forth
get dizzy and fall onto the bed
raise arms into the air
dance while holding them up there
push off the bed like a hinge
stand on tiptoes and look down
revel in the towering tall
never be sad ever again
even though that’s impossible

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