his flat palm againsthers
they
danced
and
they
danced
he was showing her how to
spin
this
way
and he was leading her down the dust

(the full moon over the clown shooting candy at the children in the stands and the candy hit me in the leg so i threw it into the crowd and beaned a small child in the head. he didn't seem to mind.)

at the rodeo
they were dancing

{totheside}
i was watching
they were dancing

(and the band played loud some chubby cowboy asked me to dance and i twisted my ring stared stupidly he found another girl to dance with in an orange shirt and some drunkard took over the microphone and sang a johnny cash song)

young-
she was plain-faced; her fat
spilling over the side of her tightjeans
young-
he was a chiseled jaw
a cowboy shirt
genuinely smooth despite his stubble
showing all his friends how to dance
and
he was dancing with her.

(and when we left i looked behind i wondered why he looked at me and maybe well sometimes i wish he could have shown me how to dance too there was something about that cowboy shirt something about that cowboy)

they were young
i was watching
they were dancing
at the rodeo.