High stepping to a 6/8 beat, head thrown back, arms akimbo,
eyes shut with laughter
too many heartbreaks have been renamed
The Mistake
No more sullen tears making
salt water taffy sticking to the teeth of my mind.
No more
two stepping or
twelve stepping
to awkward
self-flagellating thumps on a plastic head snare drum.
Waving happiness like my Spanish sisters grab their skirts.
Step in time to the rhythms of
a goddess long forgotten,
but very much alive in the skins.