A Day in the Competition
Inhale. Exhale. In. Out.
Heart-Beat. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
I am drowning, I am flying.
I'm living. I'm dying.
The music drives the floor, the rhythm, the feat
of the feet: the Heats, every 5-6-7-8
One minute and thirty seconds
too long and too short
Start, move, mess up, move more,
keep moving, cha-cha-one,
mistake, hip shake, arms, arms,
and finish.
The sweat collects, my back is wet.
Makeup runs down my face to my neck.
Fringe and stones may break my bones
but heels will never hurt me.
Sitting, breathing, resting.
"In jive, don't forget-"
"I won't forget", but I do forget
Kick, Kick, Side, Point-
Not point, it's turn!
Holy crap, it's turn!
Heat 412, Jive
Fix: Kick, Kick, Side, Turn
Out of breathe: breathe, breathe, breathe
Finish, finished. Breathing...
Heart-Beat. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
In. Out. Inhale. Exhale.
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