Dance. I'll remember you differently.
There is no platonic research, no rehearsal. Nor,
Can you come early, nor respond
I have the flu,
I was never right beside you.
Gloomily, I turn a weak faucet on my feet.
The suspense of my steps thrills me--
But I see them as they are, one as conspicuous
and unclear as the next.
I know which step follows the right after
Are so strange to everyone for whom
We dress and wish.
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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