Dance Camp Poem by Genevieve Surrender

Dance Camp

Rating: 3.2


Two hours
Of left kick, right kick,
High kick,
arabesque.
No
not roundhouse.
Stop talking
and dance.
Dance.
And turn,
and turn,
and turn.
Show choir.
Ungh.
I need an ice bath.

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