|grille of the pace car, Bristol Motor Speedway|
poise en pointe, turn, snap pure
wing ~ wing ~ wing
(they adore you, court you,
stage & spot---) & from the shadows plays
her twin, dark & foreboding, come to seduce (you
don't want, they don't want you)
tiny dancer find your grace
(others waiting to take your place
& R willing to---but R you
for aRt?) a pound of flesh
makes all the difference, love/
HATE yourself, the stage, those that adore you,
love---yourself, carve the ledge of your ribs
where they lift you high, cheek bones,
bones & bones
(fat, fat, fat)
dance, we can't look
away, as you descend for our delight & what
is it for you whiteSwanblack,
does it answer the voices
when you hear them clap
fade to black.
written for Poetry Jam's love/hate and also for New World Creative Union.- I danced in college, to woo the dancer who would become my wife - and got a glimpse behind the curtain as well to how much they push themselves and ultimately hurt themselves for art.
Of course some of the same things are prevalent in our society as well. A friend, Emily, has written a book that tells her story of struggling with and overcoming an eating disorder. I think it is a book that will touch lives....it already is. You can read more on the book or purchase it here.
Thanks for the thoughts for my FIL yesterday as well....they are still unsure where he is bleeding internally and losing blood, so they are sending a scope down is throat and running liver tests today.