Another restless winter night— I step outside to walk the dog. Earbuds in, & iPod shuffle picks the songs. Queen to Kate Bush, the Killers to Hank Williams, Barbra Streisand, Rickie Lee Jones, Nina Simone. When JLo comes on, my stroll becomes a strut & then a full-on dance. The news is so much worse than bad. I feel light on my feet. I glide, sidestep, shimmy shoulders down the middle of the empty street. The dog wags her tail too. I dance like no one’s looking—no one is, discounting Venus & the moon slung low on the horizon, opalescent behind a veil of clouds. Happiness is scarce these days of too much death & fear & no one coming near. I’ve vowed to give my all to any bliss that appears. Bliss turns up my volume now—it spins me round & draws me close. A streetlamp throws a spotlight on the asphalt, & my shadow shows, a dark strip of ribbon unreeling into a leggy dance partner, perfectly in sync. Look at those hips swivel & sway! Listen: you can almost hear the music that inspires our cha cha chasse.
Shibazrule, aka Lisa D. Chavez, is a poet based in New Mexico. Her poetry books include Destruction Bay (West End Press) and In An Angry Season. (University of Arizona Press). She also writes memoir and fiction, and teaches in the MFA program at the University of New Mexico. She’s delighted to have the opportunity to be Guest Editor here at The Coop for the month of August.