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An Elegy for Summer

This is euphoria: the art of painstakingly purging blistered and withered melanin. This is apocalypse: the wait, waiting and waiting for the tear of vapours, of sweat and oil. Summer is judgement season, death and resurrection.

D(ist)ancing

for your entertainment
you turn the faux Persian carpet
into an imaginary stage
line up kitschy figurines
and Matryoshka dolls
on the cabinet
transform them as spectators
for extra theatricality
enhance the plain white walls
with cheap China-made rotating lights
for that once-in-a-lifetime solo performance
you wear the most perfect ensemble:
a meticulously ironed suit and tie
checkered trousers and silly colorful socks
sans the leather shoes
play nostalgic 90s Eurodance music
trippy psychedelic beats with animation
mirrored on your television
the world is on lockdown
dancing to a different tune
isolation is protection
distancing is the new norm
who cares if you dance alone?

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