Soundscape (rec)
Sofia Reina: Madrid – Dance Like No One Is Watching
Blue room.
Early sun.
Sound thick enough to touch.
It moves in me.
Deserted.
Dry-mouthed.
Want
want
want
W a n t.
The low thrum wakes something animal—
heat uncoiling from gut to throat,
down the spine,
finding
the place.
THE place.
Chant.
Chant.
Chant.
Sol holds my gaze
like a dare.
Exit.
Turn left.
Is she there?
Is this how you leave?
Or do you go in.
I go in.
Deeper.
Still deeper.
Five exits—
or five ways of saying yes.
Debod above me,
watching the small, stubborn shape of my life.
The sound becomes visible.
I see it ripple the air.
Snake tattoo, dark on his shoulder.
A dumpy artist with soft eyes.
He breaks.
I break.
Catastrophe at the midpoint
of journey.
A one-armed man dances
without apology.
I follow.
He has lost so much, and is no fucks given.
I envy his abandon and want it without the loss.
Something loosens.
I am set free of the tugs and weights.
No strings left in me—
only what wants.
Heart open.
Salted and certain.
What is written in it.
Etched.
Indelible,
Moist granite.
The sand gives way,
moves in me,
moves under me,
through me.
Night comes.
Like a temporary death
Waiting for the daystar
to relight these fires of abandon.
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