Friday 13th Jan 10.47 Children are calling in the distance. I also hear dogs, the birds, an ambulance, music escaping from a car; the faint, unmissable beat of something I danced to once, by the church on the top of a hill in a dress that was silk and scarce, kept riding at the waist and dipping at my heart shape. It felt like I was doing something to the air, something for myself. We aren't supposed to talk about this, are we? We have to act Right. Forget all the things we're told to forget. Still, your body is a question that deserves an answer, and on some nights, it speaks.
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