Let’s Dance. #BaldwinOnTrump

YOU LOOK UP FROM THE PAGE, STARTLED RIGHT OUT OF THE TEXT BY THE RELEVANCE OF THIS AUTHOR’S IDEA.

 

YOUR BRAIN IS LIKE: HELLO, IDEA!

YOU STAND FROM THE BARSTOOL AND HOLD OUT YOUR HAND AND YOU SAY: LET’S DANCE.

 

AS YOU’RE DANCING YOU REMEMBER YOUR DANCE PARTNER IS A GENIUS.

YOU KNEW THIS ALREADY, BUT IN YOUR HUBRIS AND DESIRE TO DANCE, YOU FORGOT. YOU ARE STRUCK MUTE WHEN THEY SAY:

 

YOU TRY TO RESPOND TO THIS IDEA, TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE CONVERSATION, TO DEEPEN IT, BUT STILL YOU KEEP SILENT BECAUSE WHAT CAN YOU SAY? YOUR DANCE PARTNER WROTE DOWN THIS IDEA LIKE FIFTY YEARS AGO.

 

AND IT STILL MEANS SO MUCH.

 

UM, YOU SAY. THIS STILL MEANS SO MUCH.

THEN HE SAYS SOMETHING ELSE.

 

AND THE GENIUS IN YOUR ARMS SWEEPS YOU AROUND THE FLOOR IN A GIDDY REPLAY OF THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD AND DIPS YOU EXPERTLY WITH A KNOWING GRIN.

 


I MEAN, I WANT TO TELL EVERYONE THESE IDEAS, YOU STAMMER

 

GO AHEAD, THE AUTHOR TELLS YOU. WE’RE DANCING HERE, AREN’T WE? ALSO, DON’T FORGET THAT I LOVE YOU.

 

 

YOUR HEART HAMMERS WITH YOUR OWN SPECIALNESS. ME, YOU SAY? WHY ME?  
 

 

GENTLY THE AUTHOR SAYS: BABY, I DANCE WITH EVERYONE.