august 17 feast day: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

In “august 17 feast day” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “august 17 feast day” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “august 17 feast day” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.