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In this land of rhumba and mambo -
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Tango in Havana
by Angie Minkin
In this land of rhumba and mambo,
we stumble up crumbling stairs to meet Rodrigo, sinuous, slim, a chiseled sneer. Claudia, twisted black hair, slashes of red lipstick. The tango maestros look down at our matching tees, zip- off khakis, thick-strapped sandals. Rodrigo pulls me close, curls me backwards. I am lost in an embrace of sorrow and strength. Claudia molds your thighs just so with her knees. We bumble, poor marooned penguins. Our teachers shake heads, push us together. We flounder, laugh, curse. Meld torsos. Thinner, younger. Your knee thrusts my leg, a precise diagonal. I move to your breath. Your stare lifts my chin. For eight long heartbeats, flawless timing. Once we too were beautiful. |
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