Sport 43: 2015
He was not much on the beat.
She did not know what to do with her
hands. His arms had two left feet.
Her body made a kind of sporadic motion
as if connected to something going on
elsewhere—maybe someone learning to
t y p e?
His face was a confusion of anxiety
—where are you supposed to look when you dance?
For a gap, a silence, in which your movements
can be unnoticeably your own
and you can sit down
you’ve got the chance.