Dropping the beat
According to the news
and my Facebook feed
and the internet,
the world is on fire and will almost certainly burn to the ground
unless it implodes first.
It’s days like these I wish
I had a decent sense of rhythm
and a decent amount of coordination
and a decent pair of shoes.
It’s days like these I wish I could dance.
Not the sort of dancing that is only technically dancing
because the music is playing
and I am moving,
but the sort that feels like dancing—
like fireworks in my chest
that explode out through my body.
Unfortunately I am
and there is little joy in dancing because
it feels out of rhythm
and isn’t that how those fires got started in the first place?