#18 alphabet poem

[weepingcrab]

a dancer makes her way across the floor
barefooted.
carefully she
drops, dips, sinks into the blackened harlequin
effaced
floor.
given her tendency to
hold on to what is hers, it seems
impossible that she can get back up. but
just as the sun rises
kicking up,
leaping,
maiming,
now
on
pointe, her bloodied toes can swallow, though their desires not
quelled. a
rond de jambe traced on her back
so carefully
that,
understandably so, the
visage of her being
wanes into the center. an
x marks the spot, and the dancer has missed it.
you know she won't next time, or else she will be reduced to
zero, like seafoam settling to the ocean floor.

Comments

[michaelboy]

Great job in managing the letters and associated feelings

[weepingcrab]

thank you!