Heaven only knows
how I manage to spin on my toes;
discovering new ways
my body can bend.
Up on that barre, for an hour, I forget
how much it hurts me to love you.
Instead, I concentrate my efforts on movement -
learning to count steps,
attempting to balance my weight
while enriching my artistic development.
When I face the mirror, I try to understand
what is it I am doing wrong.
Up on that barre, for an hour, I forget
how much it hurts me to love you.
I stretch and flex until the music stops;
reproducing action, lighter than air,
for my own pleasure.
I read from pain
and write my story through dance,
as my arms and legs
generate motions in space.
Author Bio:
Orit Yeret is a writer, artist and teacher. Born and raised in Israel, she currently lives in the U.S. Her work recently appeared in The Borfski Press, Ink Pantry, Drunk Monkeys and Crack the Spine, and is forthcoming in Blue Lake Review and Evening Street Review. Visit her at: http://orityeret.webs.com
how I manage to spin on my toes;
discovering new ways
my body can bend.
Up on that barre, for an hour, I forget
how much it hurts me to love you.
Instead, I concentrate my efforts on movement -
learning to count steps,
attempting to balance my weight
while enriching my artistic development.
When I face the mirror, I try to understand
what is it I am doing wrong.
Up on that barre, for an hour, I forget
how much it hurts me to love you.
I stretch and flex until the music stops;
reproducing action, lighter than air,
for my own pleasure.
I read from pain
and write my story through dance,
as my arms and legs
generate motions in space.
Author Bio:
Orit Yeret is a writer, artist and teacher. Born and raised in Israel, she currently lives in the U.S. Her work recently appeared in The Borfski Press, Ink Pantry, Drunk Monkeys and Crack the Spine, and is forthcoming in Blue Lake Review and Evening Street Review. Visit her at: http://orityeret.webs.com
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