What Kind Of Dance Is This? Poem by Raj Dronamraju

What kind of dance is this this
That throws an ugly body around a marble floor
In contortions whose existence makes those watching not want to live with themselves

Open sesame he jokingly proclaims as he unscrews the lid of the bottle for her
The bottle of spaghetti sauce discounted this month as advertised in the Sunday paper coupon section

She whispers in conspiratorial tones
"what you are looking for will seek you out in turn"
Then she rolls down a hill and bursts into flames

I changed a lightbulb
You reciprocated with chocolate frustration
Tear off the silver wrapper and find….more wrapper

Comfort in exile, the doors open in the morning
We rush out as if in the panicked knowledge of a hurricane's approach
We rush back in and immediately fall into the scheduled stupor of the lab animal

We are
Birdwatchers who actually dislike birds
Dislike the noisy cawing they make, their smell, and the mess they make