Ballerina Doll


I feel like glass

an arm broke off
I see its tiny hand
clenched into a fist

Ballerina arm
reaching high above the head
in an arc of grace
swan-like and soft

My eyes will it off the ground
like a flow of music
to my wanting body
for the hand to open like a rose

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