it's a latin thing

explain to me
this zumba
thing you're doing
on Saturday
morning, you ask
your friend
selina
as she slips
into her tights,
which may not be
called tights
anymore, but
that's the only
word you know
that describes
the red body suit
that squeezes
her together like
the casing of a pork
sausage.
zumba, she says.
is a latin thing.
there's a beat,
a count, a
mathematical
progression that we
dance to.
one two three four,
she says, throwing
up her hand
and fingers. one
two three four
and five.
this goes on as
she shakes and
jumps, bounces
around. throwing
her enormous head
of hair around.
okay, okay.
you tell her.
I think I got it.
it reminds me of when
I used to do the hustle,
and the bump
back in the day.
quite a work out
those dances were.
so what time are you
coming home?