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In the light of scrutiny I danced
on a patio
where a cadence
lilac-sweet,
lithe as candlewax
met the confluence
of senses dipped in licorice blacks.
Pursed lips and pulsing music interlaced, so I felt
unsafe. At first, I asked but then
I slid the sliding glass,
and vanished in the want-ad type,
shining like fluorescent gold. Why not
hit the road
with this twitchy insect glow
in the pocket of my jeans?
My antennae curled in question marks
as I tallied up the uses of
my awkward incandescence. I gobbled up a wing
for sustenance,
then one afternoon
when I heard the buzz, I crawled
across the silent screen.
In my head, I had cash in hand,
was gone. I’d never left my room.
I smelt the muck of my cocoon. I folded my two pairs
then tossed my overalls, stuffed with odds and ends,
