and she dances

minisaga, #3

familiar, flushed faces, course into the marquee, into her bloodstream.

breathless hellos. sticky, sweating hugs.

she shares ice fragments in a plastic cup with a friend she kisses briefly later.

but does not eat, not even birthday cake. does not drink.

intoxicated only on music and people.

and she dances.

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