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Michael Keshigian
Two-step

I watched them gig in the pit
playing funky jazz licks
in modal timbres
made me squirm.
I thought, I'll blow this place
when this babe be-bopped from behind
hands in my hair
said we can really groove.
Flattered,
I danced through the night
till light cut a ray
through her ceramic face
cracking beauty
into puzzle fragments.
Flaking,
she started to sing the blues.

 

 

 

 

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