Stretching, spiraling, reaching, releasing, contracting, curving, lifting, leaping. Flying.
Hard as I try, a gabazillion unlimited yoga classes at the gym cannot fill the dance-shaped void in me. (Preferably modern, but I guess modern jazz will do!)
Life without dance? No thanks.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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