Even in the middle of a 'discussion'
between two men
trying their best to murder each other,
I had the oddest feeling
that it wasn't really happening...
that on some level
we were just observing the moves
and going through the motions.
It would have been comforting
to believe it.
I was too tired for this, but he didn't stop
to ask if I cared to dance
(and he didn't wait for an answer, either).
All I could do
was try to keep up with the music
and wish I didn't keep hearing
those dice
rattling in my head!
Sometimes, it's just darn hard to tell the dancer from the dance!