eyes pop open like two lightbulbs in a brightness burning contest.
january greets me with air effervescent; champagne bubbled oxygen boozes my already lushy brain.
may i have this dance for the rest of my life?
sugar pours from my pockets, i can’t contain the sweet. beasts follow in tow, licking up candied traces of good fortune.
song in my ear. an aria of sunrise and slate clean.
gone is the techno sludge punk of yore: cochlea shattering, thumb sucking, bitter barbies carping over cards dealt and paths taken.
i see glitter with eyes shut.
the disco ball and i spin with or without a d.j.
“i will survive“
may i have this dance for the rest of my life?
*photo taken 8am 1/1/2013
