After I
Ruminate,
Debate,
Meditate,
...
My bedroom mirror
Mimicking my fluid, sensuous moves
My long limbs
Being beckoned by the beat,
...
A recycled napkin,
A matchbook cover,
The backside of a receipt
And then another
...
There ought to be a religion named in your honor—
For all the skeptics you made converts,
For those of us who gave sacrifice at the altar,
...