IF I WERE TO DANCE AGAIN
Written By Grace Runkle
If I were to dance again As my six-year-old self Without concern for turned-in pirouettes Or angled wrists. Everything in wild humanity Daring to escape the fragile Edges of my frame. To dance without fear of sensuality, A body without implication. My torso a twisting tree trunk, Arms branching out, home for a chickadee— I wouldn’t mind that the tree spins in circles Until it falls down Giggling and dizzy.
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