If I were so lucky I would sit with my back straight and taut without thinking about it. I would dance in that airy way; you know what I’m talking about. My arms floating up above my head like I am assuming the position of a lazy dive. My hips moving side to side in a non-sexual yet invigorating way. My finger, tense and pointing into the tactless face of a third-degree acquaintance. I sing to her with a fake yearning look. Sometimes when we dance we have that strange countenance of beseeching.
Tugboat
Tugboat
Tugboat
If I were so lucky I would sit with my back straight and taut without thinking about it. I would dance in that airy way; you know what I’m talking about. My arms floating up above my head like I am assuming the position of a lazy dive. My hips moving side to side in a non-sexual yet invigorating way. My finger, tense and pointing into the tactless face of a third-degree acquaintance. I sing to her with a fake yearning look. Sometimes when we dance we have that strange countenance of beseeching.