Digitally
Your digital creepy voice
begiing some attention,
craving desperately for love
without a clear notion
of where to go
or how to make it stop.
The, I shut this down,
I forget about this stuff,
the intangible, for a while -
I begin to stretch out,
since no matter how hard I try
you are not around now.
I focus on the steps,
for I need my whole strength
on the tempo of the waltz;
on polishing my fifth,
the demi pliés, the soufflés -
I remind myself of the grace
when performing a relevé.
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