i call it the
tap dance of love,
she says and does
a little shuffle
which makes the
cat run for higher
ground. her shoes
click and clink
across the floor
while her arms
are doing some
sort of complicated
waving semaphore.
and i tell her
that she should
have been in show
business, and she
winks and says,
oh but i am in
show business
and lifts her
skirt just enough
to show me what
she means.
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