Kelly-Anne is clapping.
Helena is dribbling.
Marla and I are puffing and panting
as we go through the old routine again,
for an audience this time:
right foot forward,
right foot back,
right foot
right foot
right foot
right.
Left foot now,
forward and back,
left foot
left foot
left foot
left.
Collapsing on half-packed cardboard boxes,
Marla and I laugh
so hard my whole face is sore.
But it is no longer burning.