Happy Hour

by Marlowe Granados

It is difficult to explain the euphoria I experience when I go dancing. It is kind of like breathlessness or hypnosis. You can be absolutely nothing if you want to be.

“Don’t you know, a woman’s first taste of power is through sex.

Once you’re by yourself for too long you talk yourself in circles and get all weird.

I do wonder whether who I am when I’m alone is who I am really. I feel most myself reeling off a sprightly rhythm of conversation to whoever may listen.

“I only want to dance,”