Poems from New York, #5

Les choses que tu fait 

The days that are good

are when the desire to dance

is strong.

Those days

it comes out in all my actions.

On the subway ~ in writing

Les jours quand je voudrais danser

et je ne peux pas

mais, yes I can. Just not in class

 

I am back in high school

the same journal

the basement bedroom of a boy

almost having sex

almost caring about a Rubik’s cube

probably wanting to dance

inside.

 

Maintenant c’est tout un rythme

and nothing matters but

following the thread of movement

energy through to the end.

This is how to write poems.

This is how to live life.

Danser. Arrêter. Danser encore.

 

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