Ballroom

The kitchen is not big enough for your new dress,
so strawberry red and made of a billion beads
that flick free when you pivot and twirl.
They match the shade of your lipstick,
the smears of it on your teeth,
the hue of your animal tongue as you
salsa with your new boyfriend
while my sister and I watch.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State. His writing appears widely in print and online at such places as PANK Magazine, Anastamoo, The New Flesh and also http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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