Tango

We are learning to tango.

You lead, I follow.
I step backwards, again and again.
You step forward, to the left to the right.
With my chest I follow you, always stepping backwards.

I can't see where we are going.
But you can.
You guide me around other couples,
and sometimes spin me abruptly away from a collision.

I don't notice, until I take them off,
how my feet mold firmly to the shape of the high heels.
When I take them off I forget for a second how to walk normally.
My toes and heel bend backward,  away from the ground.

I can't wait to go again.

Exhaustion

I am exhausted.

The type of exhausted that builds up inside of you until you feel as though you will explode, if you only had the energy.

The type of exhausted that frowns and snaps and that rims your eyes with tears.

The type of exhausted that can't remember how to relax.

The type of exhausted that wont let you sleep.

The type of exhausted that wont let you breath deep.

The type of exhausted that drags on your shoulders until they feel as though they are aflame.

The type of exhausted  that makes you feel as though you are an overfilled water balloon and the world is made of pins.

I am just so fucking exhausted.





But I know it wont last forever.