By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
A break is nearly within reach, dancing on the skyline. But
why push? Joining the
and suddenly we’re
intertwined. Every day can be one. Living like this living
Sensual salsa with a bender and bipolar. Hugging
myself and swaying in the living room. Soft touch. Caressing,
but not undressing—
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
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.