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You and I pirouette 
Under floodlights and
Bow with fresh
Foliage swirling around our
Pointed toes.

We look up
Just as the curtain falls
Black
With gleams
From spotlights overhead.

Sitting cold like the
Wet grass,
We smile exhaustion
Until the stage shakes
An unyielding encore.


We’re all striking

Yoga poses

On thin bumpy

Rubber mats.

Dislocated

Like a Picasso,

Stretched like dancers,

Perched like bats.

The instructor

Switches stances,

Starts her

Meditative speech.

Her toe ring

Must give her power

Because I just

Can’t reach.