The River of my Thoughts
Carnival took up Monday but I kept it on the low-down, a quick early morning dance at the wings of the parade which passed so close to my flat I practically ran out there in my pyjamas, the women and men and gender queer glorious in their collective finery; the beauty on show took my breath and gave it back in armfuls of fish net flesh and feathers. I noticed me noticing the complete absence of eyes on me which just goes to show how used to I am to being visible, a creased and funny-looking white lady out dancing like she doesn’t care who’s watching which after years on dance floors in all…
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