THE BALLET

30thJun. × ’14

I.
Tonight
everything is just so

Posture upright
sets’ delicate descent

Not life
dress rehearsed

air brushed
correct

Nothing calm
pretense, rigmarole

Awkward silence
frame story, content

II.
Baby’s breath sits
vased on the table

like growing out hair
in need of a cut

sometimes life is
too much

Water the flowers
or let them die

We accidentally decide
when to be
vulnerable

III.
Screen addiction
sips our softness

the characters will
figure it out

the story will
come to an end

Why remember to be gentle?
Why put yourself out there again?

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