• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Late-style funk dancing

In a box of green light
is the late-style of my funk dancing.

I free-styled, skate-styled,
night-styled, love-styled

across sprung floors, into
a body, maybe even a heart

once, five, twenty times
souls ago, lifetimes ago.

When hedonism was nothing
to be unsure about,

instead the only way to fall
through boredom

into a promised land that
disappeared as the lights came on.