Poetry

Boogie

The ribcage was tied with bows –

blue, pink, green – visible

as the sequinned waistcoat flapped open

from the sharp hip swaying.

Kinetic. Tangible.

Creepier than she imagined.

Unless it was imagined.

Hallucinogens pumped into the air, perhaps?

Her best friend was now

an orange rat, after all.

And she was sure she’d had

more skin before.