Dance tutorial

Dance tutorial

By Abby Thatcher

On a decibel scale,

this party ranks somewhere around 11k,

music shatters the windows

as Kafka reminds me how a clock works.

Firm hand on the shoulder, guide me to reason.

He's waiting, but I just can’t yell loud enough

that I never learned how to “dap” someone up.

Hold tight to the sweaty hand while he tries to slink away.

You love being drunk but sober you said otherwise.

We talk poetry on the dance floor.

The names here, I fear, are far too general.

flee run, hide, come back when the alcohol

is downed and you’re wholly new.

I forgot the you was me, did you catch it?

I try to whisper about hard drugs

but you’re convinced I’vee had several.

It’s time to leave–

Wait, Oh my god, I love this song.

Watch champions of frat dancing struggle,

thank your dad this song was on Just Dance.