Thursday, August 3, 2023

Ballet

 Pieces scattered. 

A fragmented reflection in each sliver 

Smooth on the surface - like water

Whetted blades on the edges

Like blades of 

Grass --- green, moist from the dew

Dew that soaks the slivers of cotton covering the skin

Soaked cotton in the worn seams

Seams worn from use

Seams worn from the calloused tips of fingers

Longing for a touch of that skin

Fingers moistened from the dew from the seams

Lapped up

Hungry

Pangs in the stomach from feeding the hunger. 

Splintered fragments - scattered

Pieces for everyone, a reflection of each blue collar worker in each

Her - in an array of uniforms

A performance

A recital 

A condition of love

Faces un-recognized by the owner 

Plethora of pointed shoes

Standing on tip-toe

Perfectly arched

A pirouette 

Perfect

For him

For them

For anyone. 

But still broken. 

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