poetry, Prose, Writing

The Weeknd

For you mami

Her dance, chaotically controlled, is amateur at best, but professional at soul. Randomly between her dance moves, she speaks excitedly, nearly shouts her positive opinion to me about The Weeknd, sings his lyrics, then returns to her half whatever-half choreographed dance just because she can.

I cannot help but notice; she is beautiful.

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