The Idiot's Ball
she dances like a fool at the idiots ball
gracelessly fueled
by
cocktails
and
glasses of wine
she knocks over the records
she falls
there will be bruises to remind her
of what she won’t remember
drunken ballerina in love with mistakes
she dances when she drinks
and she dances often
tone-deaf
she sings along
with overplayed
Top 40
club pop
her feet smash the floor
like kamikazes
her arms
whip through the air
she knocks into the stereo
she falls
