my left leg is heavy and awkward, wrapped as it is
in plastic, velcro, and fleece. this song isn't so hard.
frantic, though. i watch james's clumsy energy and i
cheer him on. harold is a little further from the tv.
i watch his big shoulders and his hips moving in circles.
regret comes in little black grains but i filter those out
and discard them like spent coffee grounds. easy as that.
in a couple weeks my foot will be healed and i'll be able
to make a fool of myself too. harold won't be around to
kick our asses anymore by then. it's okay. even sitting here
i feel this summer haze of happiness filling up my spirit
like a hot air balloon. blue and yellow and white.
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