I am the dancing goddess

I am the dancing goddess

of the living room

shimmying around a smiling dog

and the singing television

through air so crowded with

sadness and stress that they

drip down the walls causing

the room to collapse

I am the invisible dancing

goddess of the living room

fallen walls open to an endless

vista of stacks of broken

ignored messages stuffed with

multitudes of lost words- unread

sundaes covered in hot fudge and

whipped cream, with my

caged scared heart on top:

protected by feminist superheroes

and surrounded by dragons

spewing painful flames

into the night sky

I am the naked dancing

goddess of the living room

bouncing breasts and flailing arms

splashing ankle deep in the anger

seeping from the carpet

my tears are the rain falling

on the Eiffel Tower in a universe

light years away.

This is my world. You can’t have it.