After Zumba 

I walked out of my Zumba class 

into the cold busy street

still comfortable in just my t-shirt

still warm from the work out 

coat in arm 

a strip of bare leg exposed between 

the end of my capris

and the beginning of my Ugg boots 

face like a hairy wet tomato 

everyone staring at me as they walked by 

like I was mad (or sexy, not sure) 

and I felt ridiculous

and so free. 

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