Emily

Let's go bar hopping
and make bad decisions.
She misses me,
so she says.
Which city are we in
in this occasion?
Lost
Angeles.
No Vacancy
then we spin.
I don't fault her
for liking new The Head and The Heart songs.
I fault her
for loving me.
Between the Alice's Tea Cup origin
and the door,
we dance the bourbon butt shake.
Last night, we dance salsa,
just laughing and figuring it out,
dancing and saying
I love dancing.