Little beautiful abused, cinder scrap caught in the updraft-- Needle thief, She Who Ironed Her Forearm Black, bone-bare (healed now-- nearly). Lovely girl burning in a glass, wick in a lake that whitens opaque, blade-scored. Blued and grieving you keep moving. Every time I open the box you gave me, the little ballerina-- glittering, indifferent, the size of a bullet-- unfolds. She stands, poised. If I turn the key she'll turn. Trapped on her stage with that killing music.
Sui.
Addonizio, Kim
Little beautiful abused, cinder scrap caught in the updraft-- Needle thief, She Who Ironed Her Forearm Black, bone-bare (healed now-- nearly). Lovely girl burning in a glass, wick in a lake that whitens opaque, blade-scored. Blued and grieving you keep moving. Every time I open the box you gave me, the little ballerina-- glittering, indifferent, the size of a bullet-- unfolds. She stands, poised. If I turn the key she'll turn. Trapped on her stage with that killing music.