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| photo by Tom Cochrane |
Victory Dance
I’m exultant on my in-laws’ upper landing
daylight trying to reach me through staircase window
glass expanse from midway landing to crown molding
wooden floorboards creak beneath me
in front of my husband’s boyhood bedroom
where we live
I’m celebrating an acceptance
a paper I’ll present to academics at a conference
like I’ve thought thoughts that will make me famous
swing fists in front of hips
pulse together twice without touching
thrust hips backwards in time to pulses
then swing fists behind hips
pulse together twice without touching
thrust hips forward in time to pulses
like I wrote words upending scholarly worlds
“I’m a rockstar, Baby” I belt shamelessly
cheeks-flushed triumphant adjacent to the light
