i am going to go dancing, she said, in perfect English

i am going to go dancing
in the garage
to music
that makes me smile
then i'll take a sip of wine
wear my white lacey nightgown
and sweat it all out.
or.
if i am lucky,
i may get someone who is actually not coward material
to invite me dancing (there's no superflow of those, mark me)
barefoot
with my hair up
and i will sweat until the whole thing falls down
in the meanwhile i'll dance in the garage
smile all the time
smoke the smoke of clouds
and eventually levitate.
i am pretty certain i can fly.
Do you want to see?
That's what she said,
in perfect English.