We are up, moving,
Marla oozing energy,
sliding left and right,
feet smoothing forward, back,
arms up,
down,
twisting, twirling,
smile so wide
I can see to the back
where she has teeth missing.
I copy her
dancing to ‘Mashed Potato Time’
by Dee Dee Sharp and
smile too,
wishing we really were rehearsing for something.
Wishing my life had a purpose.