Tendu, plie,
releve, every day
the barre is
the same. They say
not to
expect a change, don’t hope
he will fill
the frame again.
Zelda Sayre,
no one is there.
The white
coats float like clouds
hiding
lightning and no training,
no strength
can steel you to the shock.
Stop spinning,
stop turning. You’ve
lost your
spot and the door is warm.
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