Her work is often
such demure raindrops
on Stained glass windows
but they change, suddenly

into cyclones of drums
and discordant trills

I will close my eyes

and see this Dangerous ballerina

toes off the ground, spinning

with feathery paint brush in one hand and a lethal straight razor in the other

she takes uS up and DOwn the LadDeR
expecting us to keep pace
as if her instrument is a sidewalk jump rope
and we know the moves:

Sway/leap
sway/hop
Play catch, or
duck?

She is delicious contradictions
with references-- both familiar and obscure

her whispers And her screams

for Tori

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