Arielle Dance

Called to the dance floor Broken at the party I can’t remember the last time I wanted to dance more To sing more To eat more To smile more To fake it more Sharp, throbbing, dull aches strap me to my seat A submissive to Table 9 Watching My Love jump high and dip low You, My Love, are a dream A dream that slips through my achy fingers I’ll never jump that high again, and if I do, I’ll feel the ripple and crumble for days after I try to stand Weakness in my leg pulls me back into the chair I...

I lost her somewhere between caretaking and Elmwood Avenue The woman with dancing feet, spontaneous beach trips, and giggling pillow talk She was supposed to stay, but I think she took a wrong turn at the altar Went from partnership to mothering, straddling to directing I lost her thrice That survivor girl with long hair, level head, and taut skin One day, I saw her approaching from afar Slowly swaying, not quite skipping over the hill On an incline she reintroduced herself Stood center stage...