By: Ben Nardolilli

This dance of logorrhea scares me up from the floor,
when people cast limp feet from side to side
until sneakers and heels matriculate in unison,
the result of poor eye and ear coordination.

Let the host play her vibrations, scan the discs,
all her files are corrupted, I will go tap
and shuffle across the blue seafoam bathroom tiles,
then tango in the comfortable basin of the tub.