Swaying, jiving, stepping to the pulsations We let the music decide where our body goes next, Captive to the basement bops To an outsider we are happy, delighting in an adolescent glow, But in the off moment, a crack appears, A stony look, a pursed mouth, a clenched fist. Here and there we forget to be here and now Because lurking just beyond this disco room, We remember our other self. The self that aches for a missing sister, Her absence a chasm, a vacuum, a hellish pain. She was shot you s...