watch the dancer
as she flows
flies / flops
flits / fouettes
fades
across the stage
here then there
freely,
she moves
three dimensions to call her own
watch her
strapped
clipped
slicked
groomed
breasts pressed up against ribcage
bound in place
presented to the crowd in lycra
a symbiotic relationship between fabric
and human
limbs, limber
stretch and contract
long, longer still and reaching,
then receding
she’s certainly worth
an arm and a leg
toes, metatarsals ruined
mangled feet trained by pain
yet here, pink satin
glue and card
bend and flex
see her illusion
