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Pause before graffitied door. She says this must be it.
Swallow hesitation like a whiskey shot
and look back at that girl in white, my Mary full of grace.
Then we’re sliding into the low-ceilinged dimness
thick with bass and crude propositions spit through synthesizers,
searching for the boy who called me there,
away from well-lit places and clean bathrooms,
and back into the world of the untamed working class.
Luminescent hungry eyes lurk around the edges
of the makeshift dance floor
while that boy whose matchstick body
I learned to light on a night like this
rocks boatlike against our two forms,
her swaying sapling well-rooted,
my Piedmont topography rolling into him,
hips reminiscing other dancefloors, other dive bars
while my mind sashays on to a gin and tonic
and the cigarettes I quit five months ago.

Description
Pause before graffitied door. She says this must be it.
Swallow hesitation like a whiskey shot
and look back at that girl in white, my Mary full of grace.
Then we’re sliding into the low-ceilinged dimness
thick with bass and crude propositions spit through synthesizers,
searching for the boy who called me there,
away from well-lit places and clean bathrooms,
and back into the world of the untamed working class.
Luminescent hungry eyes lurk around the edges
of the makeshift dance floor
while that boy whose matchstick body
I learned to light on a night like this
rocks boatlike against our two forms,
her swaying sapling well-rooted,
my Piedmont topography rolling into him,
hips reminiscing other dancefloors, other dive bars
while my mind sashays on to a gin and tonic
and the cigarettes I quit five months ago.