the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

zoot suit riot

take me dancing on a Saturday.
My sweater sleeves will graze the tips of my fingers and the taste of ginger on my tongue will be thick and sweet. It won't be like most nights; together we'll swing round and round, laughing. It won't be like most nights; I'll even accept your invitation. I'll let Saturdays finally settle with a good connotation; no more of that gloom and doom. I want some fun.

10.14.15

I've named this Zoot Suit Riot because I had a tap dance to that song once and it makes me happy.

(and yes, I realize the band's name, the Cherry-Popping Daddies, is SUPER dirty, lol.)