baby salome
today i wore my favourite stockings, the ones with glitter woven right into them. god i love a shiny thing, and it’s been ages since i showed you one. have a look at this:
we were bored, probably, just two kids. the old boyfriends sitting in (yes in, arses shoved into the fold where the back meets the seat and sags a bit) the couch, the one who sold pot and other things occasionally rising to answer a knock at the door, tv showing some nature programme. one of us, often me, would slowly stand up and begin to dance. she quickly joined and together in front of the TVlight we danced deer, we danced snakes, we danced lizards and lions and fish (oh i loved to dance fish) until finally one of the old boyfriends acquiesced with an eye roll and put on music. it didn’t matter what, i could dance aqualung, i could dance heart of glass, i could really dance jungle boogie (we used the whole room for that one, hopping up on the coffee table sometimes). we danced let’s stay together.
we didn’t, i wish we had; her old boyfriend had a falling out with my old boyfriend and we drifted as is the way of things. were the old boyfriends watching? did we give them a show? i don’t know, i never thought of it — i loved her wholly and she was the one i danced for.