She wanted to dance with somebody.
Anybody.
She wanted to feel the heat with somebody.
Anybody.
But, she couldn’t dance.
Striking up conversations with strangers gave her hives.
She didn’t want to feel that heat.
That heat made her itch.
So...
She danced on her own.
With nobody.
She avoided the heat
Of anybody.
She adopted a pug.
Whose snorts and huffs when exerting himself,
Whose joy of being fed and scratched,
Reminded her of her ex-husband but without the wandering eye.
She found somebody who loves her.
Poetry
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