Under Sound

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Last night, I wore a short dress and too much hairspray.

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I danced the music until it wore thin

and my feet were bruised,

covered in dirt.

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I didn't sweat

or speak, but screamed instead,

hoping somehow to get back in your head.

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As usual, I went deep

underground, into sewers filled with liquor,

and people filled with sound.

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So my hips shook, hands twisted, feet moved,

eyes closed, mouth waiting;

and when the music was about to

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snap, I collapsed and stayed standing.

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Last night, I was neither here nor

there, but neither were

you.