I am formally inviting you
yes you
foodie conessours and loud belchers and rock climbing snobs and tip-toers and granolas and fastidious little puffed-up divas and all of eden's own
to dance, I mean DANCE loose-limbed, legs numbed, arms thrown, only wide smiles or white man's overbite allowed (occasional lip-pursing admitted) with one rule
...
don't you don't you dare look down on them on me on we, and let's just let our bodies figure out what connects us to the joy we're surrounded with everyday and play with noise and fill our ears our hearts our hands with golden
(non) silence
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