A video call with the person I was
closest to falling in love with.
Scrolling through the pictures I saved of
Her when I was afraid
she was going to ghost me forever.
Spam sending the ghost
emoji to
All my contacts on every medium.
Ordering a medium
Pizza with the pineapples
that would make R sick.
Having a texting conversation with R
about why she never called
Me when I ventured to vent to her.
Watching a video of R dancing
Salsa.
Making a video dancing
solo since currently no partner
To dance with. A crowd of beautiful swimmers,
Filling my phone with their twirling
Spaghetti, zapping
My screen with effervescing eels.
A crowd of luminescent plankton
Moshing in the most cordial manera.
A crowd of maneras to say how dancing
makes me feel.
How dancing makes me
love.
How my love looks at 1%.
Cameron Haramia is a California-born Hoosier, who can be found on the dancefloor. He’s danced his way to Memphis, México, and marine animals. Haramia’s poems have appeared in Construction Literary Magazine, TL;DR, Leopardskin & Limes, Rabid Oak, & elsewhere.