i can tap dance

sometimes my feet will take on a memory of their own. and mindlessly recall a tap dance that i learned years ago. and they'll discreetly shuffle and flap and tap. with modest movement. the rest of my body seeming practically detached from the tapping feet. while browsing in a shop, passing the downtime at work, standing at a crosswalk, waiting on the subway platform. it doesn't matter where i am. there may be an unnoticed brief soft rhythmic sequence. it's engrained in me. somewhere. and my feet will remember. even if i don't. and i kinda like that.