The girl looked at me
as I entered
Her eyes followed

my slow steps
my high knees, and
my waving wayang arms

Like an office ballerina
from the Ministry of Silly Walks
I offered her a glass of water

Then I took her hand
and pulled her up

I closed my eyes
unleashed my tongue, my voice
my muscles, and my weight

flowing around her
squirming on the floor
and somersaulting around

until I felt thirsty
eased off little by little
and loooked where I was