Dancers in the Dark

averynaturalstripperpole(For “Ziggy,” who cared, for “Alice,” who writes, and for “Hayley”)

I checked my soul at
the tree outside and
descended into gloom—

into a room where music
blares and TVs
stare and stare and stare.

Then they danced,
and I saw—
not once—

not one look of
artist’s fire,
not one bold baring of

the pyre behind the eyes.
So I went home.
Not the way I came,

but by taxicab.
And took my medicine.
And slept.
And wept.

Until the sunrise came.

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