The Idiot's Ball

she dances like a fool at the idiots ball

gracelessly fueled
by
cocktails
and
glasses of wine

she knocks over the records

she falls

there will be bruises to remind her
of what she won't remember

drunken ballerina in love with mistakes

she dances when she drinks
and she dances often

tone-deaf
she sings along
with overplayed
Top 40
club pop

her feet smash the floor
like kamikazes

her arms
whip through the air

she knocks into the stereo

she falls