After the film

we go outside into

the cold, October street

crisp, flat evening

like our

voices could break it if we

wanted

but we don’t whisper

we laugh and count

1 2 3 4

1 2 3 4

and you teach me how to dance

holding hands and

tapping our feet together

rhythmically

and the old couples walk

past us and stare

and we say

let them

we’re only a memory

and this night is so

fragile it could weep

and we are so perfectly in it

stumbling and laughing and

getting the moves all wrong.