The year of your death

I dance. I dance beneath

the shaken rafters I dance until

six am beside the snow stricken

mountains I dance in the dark

purple sheets we once bought

together I dance on the splintered

floor of my new kitchen I dance

among the shattered rocks of

the pacific I dance at the rust

edge of the railroad tracks,

rattled I dance until my knees

ache, until my ears won’t stop

ringing I dance I dance I dance

until I swear that I can see you

next to me once more.

Kelsey Britt (she/they) is a queer writer and sexuality educator based in Seattle. They are a graduate of the MFA in Writing program at the University of San Francisco, where she received a post-graduate teaching fellowship. A Pushcart Prize nominee, their work has appeared in Gulf Coast Journal, Anodyne Magazine, Wild Roof Journal, Variant Literature, and others. More of her work can be found at www.kelseybritt.com.