I am riding the endorphin rush
that comes from getting the job and
remembering things long forgotten and
impromptu dance parties and fake arm long
tattoos that I've given myself and children who
dance in the kitchen with me and only two hours
of sleep and being a goddess of fire.
I was made to be worshiped.

I know I'll come down
but until I do, I'll listen to Pitbull
and dance like crazy in my kitchen and
be excited. Because baby, run
and dance dance