Joy Ladin
Photo: aussiegall
Pirouhettes
Between future and past,
A spiraling ribbon of red, a girl
In ballet class,
A dance, a beautiful dance
You cannot hope to master.
You can’t even learn the steps
At your age, in those shoes, in pants.
You can only brim
And bead with sweat
Like a glass of water
Left in a corner
Someone filled to the lip.
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