She places her hand upon the barre, lithe muscles and sharp mind reviewing her senior repertoire. Her teacher says she’ll go far. A stretch of powder pink satin scratches her skin and a bandage has started to peel from her shin. Her teacher says she’ll go far. Though broken toes are taped together, unyielding to … Continue reading Arabesque, the Best
Porchlight floats in soft through threadbare curtains crisscrossing our shadows with the kitchen's single-bulb glow while we stand slowly swaying, bare feet dancing in tiptoed steps, quietly on the crushed carpet. The stereo is low but the night is late and the music sounds like surround as he curls me against his chest before casting … Continue reading April 6 : Requiem
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