Tucking long,
winter-pale legs up under my
butt,
trailing one foot out into
cruel basement air,
letting the
leather conform to my shape and warm to me.
Fingers click, click, click....
eyes shoot around absorbing,
inputoutputinputoutput.]
Until I cannot take anymore and must
rocket to my feet,
damn the
pixels, the
codes,
crank the speakers and slam my
Carnal Carnival toes into the carpet.
Spin, leap, strut,
hike the skirt up and
stare the bastards straight in the eye,
dip, shuffle, leap, twirl.
This is what it's all about.