Poem 20150919

i feel like dancing

like flailing my arms
and shaking my hips
bending my knees
and spinning
and jumping
and doing the splits
casting meaningful glances
or just glances that mean
i’m dancing

but
i don’t want to scare
the children
or the old people
or pull anything
or take someone’s eye out

and i hate the sinking feeling
of not being able to dance
of not knowing how to dance
when my feet want to move