DANCING by Janelle DuBois Dancing, she gets ready to leave Swaying hips make a last survey of sensual impermanence Warm thighs press several times against other dancers Fingertips memorize a friend's dancing breast: food for the long trip, snapshot of what used to matter Closed eyes strain to see the white light, and her dead Moma, and her first pet turtle Her music fades but she keeps dancing Now there's just the bass and drums Now there's just the bass Now it's all gone