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