with the drums punctuating each key clack, she tries to understand what it is that she’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.
you don’t know enough about me… i don’t know enough about me
discovering how monstrosity is just within the flick of a switch or at the tip of a cigarette.
but wanting and needing are two different things
she surveys the faces at the table and begins to dance.
there is nothing else to be done. emptiness changes in a moving body
the music loops.
and she dances still.