Sunday forgives Monday for me

I remember this one dancer.

She would count
"7,34,17'
while dancing.

I don't know what it meant either.

She seemed to have
total faith
in this casual re-ordering.

she keeps dancing
she keeps dancing

I kissed her once.

She whispered something about fingers
and dancing on needle-like
pinions

offering thirteen reasons
for abandoning faith
in reason.

Beautiful
mad
brilliant and

dancing
dancing
dancing.