Dancing With Death

Two light-skinned girls

Sell their bodies at the bar

All whispers

As we drink our bourbon cold

He grabbed my hand

And lit my Haitian cigarette

He said, "Your friend won't make it out of here

Tonight, let's dance"

I am not a dancer

But I'll dance tonight

I am not a dancer

But I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing

Our hearts pressed close

Pounding rhythms out in code

The darkness steeped

In a darker history

We found our feet

Made their way to the conga beat

He smiled

And I knew that we were free

I am not a dancer

But I'll dance tonight

I am not a dancer

But I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing

I am not a dancer

But I'll dance tonight

I am not a dancer

But I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing