Always / Dogging glory


Saw her dancing down the street
in front of a full bar, jazz playing
while a poet rhymed
over an afro-caribbean beat.

I'll be honest,
i was high and she
looked ridiculous,
tiny, blonde hair a short hurricane,
but beautiful in the way
retrospection is beautiful.

I'd never dance like that
— not sober, at least.

I text her, half joking half curious:
I think I just saw you dancing.

Always, she replies.

The street belonged to her tiny hips, and no one knew a thing.


All the violence
spilling from
these otherwise
gentle hands
leaves me shaken.

I am the mad beast
dogging glory
in the mirror,

the animal.

Lista de imágenes:

1. Chunky Move, "Glow"