fluidity that defied physics—
imagine a jellyfish if it could walk
on land. Incredibly handsome, too,
tall and lithe and muscular, with
beautiful, smooth skin, big teeth,
and a great smile, always laughing.
And all he did was dance. He’d be
up in the morning, blasting house
music or hip-hop, practicing moves
the whole day.
In the hood, everybody knows
who the best dancer in the crew is.
He’s like your status symbol. When
you’re poor you don’t have cars or
nice clothes, but the best dancer
gets girls, so that’s the guy you want
to roll with. Hitler was our guy.