photo by Caleb Woods
burned
out
there's a fever running inside
people running around, they're blind
Tchaikovsky fails to force them down to feel
the shag carpet beneath the old musician's tired feet
but svelte
May, You dance
You move, You waltz through the tears
there's no more hiding from this fear
of Ballet eyes piercing lace veils
tainting the onstage atmosphere --
-- HOW ARE YOU EVEN STILL HERE?
drop to the floor
can't jeté away
-- OH, YOU'RE "PASSÉ", says the avid balletomane
too fat, -- YOU'RE DONE
Sugar Plum
how
unfortunate
- svelte May, you dance
09.07.19
photo by Sharon McCutcheon