Another way out

She loves nothing more than the dance,
but for me
I don’t move right,
I only struggle with the music,
bumping he strangers moving beside me
until I make my excuses
and find my way to the bar
where I can leave
by diving into a glass
and looking the other way.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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