a 2 hour moment

 

9pm

We dance on the wet grass like the losers we are

shoes piled up by the speakers

I’ve lost the upper register of my voice

and whatever makeup I had put on

to the singing and the sweating

but oh boy is it worth it

my feet are covered in dew

my hair is coming out and

tendrils cling to my face

it smells faintly of B.O. and my knee is aching

but oh boy is it worth it

sing, swing, cling, throw a few screams out

and a high kick if you’re feeling it

laughter echoes above the music

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11pm

We trudge inside like the losers we are

but that night I sleep with a smile