33 twirls around the cosmic ballroom
and still I don't know how to dance
feet constantly tripping
dress ragged and ripping
each spin stripping me down
to newborn nakedness
and still the tempo increases
frantic intervals of familiar scenery
like a word repeated to nonsense
I will never understand how loss
can weigh more than gain
but my muscles' tired complaints
assure me that this is true
so let me lay my head down
on your shoulder while I can
and maybe this time around
we can close our ears to the world
let our heartbeats set the measure
and dance something new
Amy Notdorft 