we dance
across the kitchen floor.
around the table,
bumping
the oven,
the sink, the trashcan
in the corner.
we sashay beneath
the dim light of a candle.
the music
from the other room
in our ears.
her head is on my
shoulder.
we kiss,
my arms are wrapped
around her.
and then i ask her,
if she smells something
burning.
i spin her around,
it's her dress
on fire.
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