Dancer

I’d expected the aching muscles
and the sore, deformed feet,
expected
that the applause would numb them
and hide them away temporarily.
But the expectations
of the well dressed and well connected
lurking in the back stage shadows
waiting
to transport dreaming feet into a nightmare.
They were unexpected.
They were the low points,
the bass line when the music played.


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