After the Dance
After the Dance
My calves softened.
My feet grew unused to pointing.
After the dance,
I didn't choreograph
while driving my caror not as often.
After the dance,
I gathered my notes,
filed my diagrams in a drawer.
I stopped phoning for rehearsal space,
stopped counting in phrases of eight,
gained 15 pounds.
After the classes, the lights on stage,
I tired and tried to take a break,
but I could not keep my foot in the door.
I became a still person in a chair.
After the dance, I had to write.
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