Dancer,
careening through worlds, their worlds
bumping into your universe
They watch you dance in a trance,
see you collide
with a cross, bathroom doors
and a tree of names
Would you bow for them, dear dancer?
Catch the roses, dodge the eggs?
Who knows what's going to happen next?
A bed, an omelet, a dinner party or a grave?
Dancer,
trapped in a cursed bowl, their bowl,
swimming in circles
Hold your breath
amid indifferent waters
and dance to the tapping of fingertips
on cold hard glass
Would you dance on for them, dear dancer?
Listen to your heart and be deaf to anger?
Who knows what's going to happen next?
Popping balloons, fireworks, or a bullet through the neck?
Dancer,
staring at your eyes,
the mirror they've put before you
Eyeballs dancing, body still,
your feet have taken root
Dewdrops between your eyelids,
they dance vertically, southward
Would you dance again, dear dancer?
One last time, will you jump, shout, and flutter?
Who knows what's going to happen next?
See them see through your eyes, see them dancing
with you?
