By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
A break is nearly within reach, dancing on the skyline. But
why push? Joining the
dance
and suddenly we’re
intertwined. Every day can be one. Living like this living
like
this.
Sensual salsa with a bender and bipolar. Hugging
myself and swaying in the living room. Soft touch. Caressing,
but not undressing—
yet.
Who knows where all these glitters will take me? To heaven, I hope.
Not the one up there,
silly. The one where
I am waking up on the living room hardwood post-morning
with all the lights on.
My silk robe and the cig smoke like the silver line around clouds.
Where I’m not talking to someone twenty-four seven, cramming
for finals, holding
myself back from full
self-destruction. It’s
just so fun! The thrill!
the days I might kill
doing nothing ‘til
it’s boring and that’s it. Then I’m clean again. The cycle ends.
Then someday, somewhere, I’ll do it all again. Joining the dance.
