Will die for a waltz

Your eccentric behavior bizzares me

Dismissive, he described me. I was only respecting his work space. Isn't it odd - now I'm on the other side, thinking to myself: I don't read your inner abstraction; unless you want me to. We have different communication styles - I print, he calligraphies.

 

Double Third

I scarf down caution stickers,

safety off the floor

Yet my heart is still beating with electricity,

excitement, propelling something into my body

I have felt before

Spontaneity left,

survival settled in

I looked the other way when music played

just like I look away from

...

 

 

Coaster

I felt lexically homeless

when a whale spirited in

He played wind he whistled

Finned through me

There are many many other ways -

he thought to me

 

Dancing through it all,

twirling away

can't stop feeling

for the traps under my foot

And if I find them

I'll grow

And if I don't 

I'll fly

Letting go

Watching myself

trying on a trick

to disappear

Letting go

Making a new habit

of not standing in the way

of the dance

28.VI.2021