thanks B.

last night i met beyonce. she swept in, fan machine first, thigh highs crotch level, diva destined for a birthday celebration in my honor.
up until last night i worshiped michael jackson.
the way he dances, the way he moves, his timid demeanor hidden behind a childish facade. i loved it.
i was young.
i wanted the sexless dance of a terrified child.
something about this year says BEYONCE. its a new year,
i am superstitious.
i woke up this morning only to discover the transition from frightened child prodigy to super sexed prima donna has happened and i almost missed my que.
i worship at the feet of a new dancer, i muscle for position among the round about hips of my inspired darling POP sensation.
dear 28 years old, this year i want to bring a little beyonce to my life.
can you make this happen?