Death of a Balanchine Ballerina

Last night, I asked you to finish me off---

suck me in and intoxicate me

and like so many other times

you turned the other way

content with your musings

This morning, I thought of what I should of said

and that you were the thief who took that

and my tulle

and my solitude

Up there, I was walking a fine line

with my broken toes

and looking down upon this here,

I could see all the cracks way up close

even though they were far

farther away than you

with my pink fissured lips

I kissed the sky

and inhaled all the dirt I could fit in my mouth

and opened this all back up