– You don’t have to dance
I’ll dance for you.
He put an arm around my waist
and rushed me
into his blinding white suit.
– Pretend you’re drowning.
I closed my eyes
and the music rolled over me
like a storm.
Marco’s leg slipped forward
vs mine slipped back.
I was like welded to him
side by side
following him in every move
without any will
or conscience.
After a while I was thinking
“we don’t have to be two to dance
just one is enough.”
And I let myself
be carried away
and bent
like a tree in the wind.
Sylvia Plath
Art by Pari Dukovic
