It’s not a class
it’s a shuffling
of the bits of you
so that mother and wife
boss and daughter
are eclipsed by the euphoria
in your elbows
your bare feet move across the floor
like a stomping beast
the music thumps
somebody bellows
you weren’t expecting it
the innocence of that sound
it rips the moment
and the words pour in
this is totally nutbar
you run a company
you wear hot rollers
you are obsessed with office supplies
the bellowing again
it was you
you can tell by the crunch in your cheeks
how hard
you are smiling
you jump up and down
this is boing boing
your inhibitions
don’t stand
a chance.