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if I die on the dance floor tonight
know that I did not go willingly
that tomorrow I had dreams
of morning breath kisses
from a boy I pray is left behind
if I die on the dance floor tonight
console yourself that it is how we wish
for I died doing what I loved
surrounded by friends and family
peacefully in muted gunfire
if I die on the dance floor tonight
please don’t stop the music
I cannot bare to hear the silence anymore
(11/20/2022)
Caleb Ferganchick is a rural, queer, slam poet activist and author of The Secret of Sunflowers (2021) and Poetry Heels (2018). His work has been featured and published by Western Colorado Writer’s Forum (2021), South Broadway Ghost Society (2020, 2021), “Slam Ur Ex ((the podcast))” (2020), and the Colorado Mesa University Literary Review. He organizes the annual Slamming Bricks poetry slam competition in honor of the 1969 Stonewall Riots and serves as a board member for Western Colorado Writer’s Form and Mutual Aid Partners. A SUP river guide and speech and debate coach, Caleb also dreams of establishing a queer commune with a river otter rescue and falconry. He lives in Grand Junction, Colorado.
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2 thoughts on “The Dance Floor”
Thanks, Caleb
As usual, clear, direct (I don’t care for flowery stuff), and packed to bursting with feeling.
Thanks, Caleb
As usual, clear, direct (I don’t care for flowery stuff), and packed to bursting with feeling.
JL
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This was beautiful. Thank you.
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