tribute to Fire Island

i think i've told people i am a part of a writing group called girlstory....well yesterday i wrote a mini tribute to Fire Island.  thought i'd share! 

Has my body changed?

Yes my body moves.  Turns.  Cycles.  Circles.

It's like the fucking itch in my vagina.

Yes I had an itch in my vagina for days.

But not constant.  And No signs.

No rash.  No marks.  No nothing but the itching.

Go to Fire Island.  Get the ants out of your ass

with the shake and the role and the sun and the salt and the girls.

Oh the many Girls.

Dance it

Dance until you really can only see feel smell that body

bump bump bump grind you

curve you sweat you down

and out

and get the ants out of your butt.

That dance i was learning so well 7 years ago...ok maybe more like 9 years ago.  Maybe my cycles just different, like 9.  Like a Kat.  Like 9.

That's when I had learned the dance.

Needed it.  All the time!

Touch me

let me tempt you and excite.

Bust!  Get Busted till you need water!

Bust till my legs won't stop shaking.

It's the itch.  It's the scratch that heals.  Oh the medicine dance.

And the sand and the moon and the salt and the girls.

Oh the Girls.

My body remembers itself.  

- katharine