hidden fables, drawers full of unwanted socks.
shoes in the bin waiting their fate of thrown away discards.
they will fit another foot, on another body.
i wear the blue mask and carry a rabbit foot for good luck, mustard seeds spill onto the floor rolling into a neutral carpet, field of hazy kernels....
forth and back emit backward sinews,
postures forced lady-like elegant posed for beauty passed for entry
into what is not void
what is seen.
the hidden bones
below the shiny pants, the sequinned robes, the disfigured shattered shin of a previous dancer,
shoes thrown away.