Day 8 of Art Every Day Month (AEDM). I have a few more poems bubbling up right now, so I’ll use the brief amount of time that I have to keep drafting — and will come back to the collage work in a bit. This poem is still very much a work in progress, so it might be quite different by the time I get to my collage.
203 New York
The United Nations concourse is closed
to the public and filled with live music.
Waiters in white jackets move across
highly polished marble, attending to
elaborate tables draped with partygoers
and champagne glasses.
An irresistible standard pulls my father
onto the dance floor beside me.
I cannot mask the glee, the visceral joy of
dancing with my father
a million miles from anywhere
at the center of everything
in borrowed clothes and onyx earrings.
I have never danced with my father before.
We are so full of grinning and laughter that
it’s almost too hard to dance.
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