Goodbye, Dallas

i had three two-step partners:
a shy man who fled
a salsa dancer who salsa’d
and a tall cowboy

the cowboy and i talked a long while
about marrying too young
dostoevsky and st. petersburg
and why the texas sky
seems bigger than ohio’s

and oh how we danced!

fast fast
s l o w s l o w

we twirled
in the glitter
of forced intimacy
known only in honky-tonks

he asked to come back to my hotel
for just one night
so he could read “white nights”
and make me waffles

don’t take it too bad,
i just came to dance
but i like a man who
gracefully accepts rejection

fast fast
s l o w s l o w