I am born again on Thursday nights.

They'll never know.

A configuration of steps.
Coordinating movement.
Energy.

Is keeping me alive.
Enough to open my eyes
To hope, oxygen, sanity.

Hell is twofaced support.
Hell is months without Thai food.
Hell is forbidden secular music.

Their smiles.
Encouragement.
Pleading for a taste of understanding.

Fun.
Sounds.
Moves.

Communication.
Communicating the "city" in me.

Little did they know.
How lost I'd be without them.

I teach science.
They teach love.