Ready?
Seconds
Santiago at dawn.
Ready?
…let’s go.
Goosebumps. Chronos stops.
One, two, three, four, five.
I run.
We leave the scene.
Ready?
…let’s go one more time.
One, two, three, four, five.
The sun draws my shadow.
We decide to dance.
Ready?
One, two, three, four, five.
The silence of footprints and the manifesto of a dance without permission or shame.
Ready?
One, two, three, four, five…
