it’s time to dance

will you dedicate it to someone
or something lost
as you take a bow
in a swirl of skirts
blushing in lycra
fancy footwork kicking
pas de bourrées
whoops there goes
a tendon
and your shame
out the door
so are you
nursing an ankle
nestled in your
folded lap

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Briar

Basically, I deal in words.

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