If i were a dance

A poem about my queerness. Happy Pride Month

i’d likely be the bankhead bounce.



but due to losing control 

and 

feeling the beat 

or 

the rhythm of the day 

it 

could easily change. 



Flowing like a ribbon in the wind.

easy.

free.

beautifully me. 



..i never knew how to dance.

What does that mean even? 



The moment i felt with my heart 

rather 

than my mind 

suddenly 

i changed tune and my body 

adjusted

with new attitude. 



i’d slide

and jump

and step 

however i feel. 



My body is a freeflowing temple 

filled with the goodness of feeling

provided by the rhythm

of life. 

---

do you. be you. fuck who cares.