Go ahead and pop your Molly, baby. No need for me. I’ve got wings.
Going in like a pro, like a club bunny, like a skater bum, like a B-girl, like a hype man.
It’s inherent, innate. Insert my ear plugs, shut my eyes, deep breath, and soon, Terpsichore arrives.
Muse of Dance clasps my hands and leads me towards the 808s.
Suzy Solar sends me sailing, speeding over curious lands, spinning, dipping, playing.
My toes tip the highest spire of Angkor Wat. Bāt waves from the courtyard.
I salute the boddhisattva before descending back to the bar for a non-alcoholic drink.
What a lovely trip.
Look up and lo, there’s HODOR!!!