How We Dance


I met this guy who said he came from the place our geese go in the winter. Still, he knew whose they were and not only because of where they hatch, and mate. Then I met this woman. She offered me food and I followed her home. This is how we live, she said, spreading the charts and diagrams over the breakfast table. And this is how we dance, she said, taping footprints to the linoleum.