Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Twirl

The smell of the seats on the school bus
Cold and green leatherette
Pressing into soft thighs
Encased in flesh-toned nylon
That bunches around my ankles
Like elephant legs

Spandex sequin elastic ribbon
Gloves with white texture dots
For gripping
PVC poles and swaths of gold lamé
Swoop around the field
Like the wings of a giant bird
With a hunger for flight
And a long-tethered foot.