Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Dancing

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Dancing

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I'm dancing to the deep music of distant thunder, my bare feet raising clouds of dust on the dirt street in front of my house. I'm dancing with the island's two starving dogs and the harbor's thirteen starving cats. I'm singing a song of thanks to the bat eating the singing mosquitoes, watching them all blindly diving through the streetlamp's yellow sea of light. I'm crooning to the clouds who are eating the stars, asking if they speak English, asking if they will marry me. Behind the mountain, lightning flashes and the sea turns itself to stone. The sea thinks the rain is an insult. But I love the rain. I love the rain on my face like a thousand kisses when I'm dancing and the sky is black. I love it even after I've been abandoned, after the dogs are gone, the cats, after the bat has flown back to its cave, back to the heart of the mountain. The door to my house is open, my books spread out on the table. …

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