Just Another Day...

(BEFORE DANCE)
Smooth skin
Like in Nivea commercials.
Perfect hair,
A picture to drool over.
(DURING DANCE)
All gone.
Make-up a disaster.
Flustered, sweaty,
Zits, acne, pimples.
(AFTER DANCE)
Tired.
Mourning over lost boyfriend.
Drop into bed
And snooze.

The Music's Still Inside Me

Dancing to the beat
of my rhythmic wooden spoon.
Fiddle playing right outside.
(spin, ladies, spin!)
Twirl my way
into my lover’s arms,
a bowl of dough in my hands.
(turn, twist, splat!)

The cleanings finished,
the chores are done,
and I’m washing my hands.
(Tap, Tap, Tap)
The music’s still inside me,
my lover’s at the door.
Who says I can’t
Dance anymore?