I am a black berry over ripe
bursting on the bramble
begging to be plucked

I am the paused heart beat
hanging midair anticipating
the drop of the roller coaster

I am a wriggling child
confining myself to this chair
wide-eyed as the curtain goes up

I am the tap of a toe
that whispers a body’s
inner Samba scream

I am
waiting for it

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