The Dance

She dances ballet in rush hour traffic
Pirouetting and prancing through
intersecting streets and madness
Beneath a spotlight of mid-day sun

This is her way of coming undone

On perfect point she tiptoes
Through the eye of a storm called
Main and Hastings while Drivers are honking
and their cursing sings accolades in her mind
Building in time to the crescendo

This is exactly how its supposed to go.

Meanwhile
Swan lake never looked so good in combat boots
Swooping onto the hood of your
79 grand prix
It's a sight to see

She takes a final bow on the roof of your car
as drivers still curse and honk
Then jettes her way
to the backstage sidewalk.

She doesn't know why she does these things

Why
she creates against death every day.

She is covered in words
in a language only she knows
every inch
an encyclopedia of things to

forget
forget
forget

Forget is her favourite word to forget
She forgets when she knew she first forgot
Of the exact moment
She became a blank clock
when time stopped
and she became empty.

Whenever she's late she says
she has unresolved issues
With the space- time continuum.
"i blame it on quantum physics," she says.

For her
time
is an alphabet
letters are the coordinates
that make time
poetry
and reality
bearable.

she plays jazz with the hands of time to
re-arrange it to allegro
says that she's figured out how to make
Seconds quiver in prestissimo
through traffic jams and interactions with fundamentalists of any kind
Then the time unwinds to lento
while eating chocolate ice cream
And certainly
larghissimo at the moment
of orgasm.

These things she does are her way
of weaving herself back together
logorithmically
but the doctors tell her she's crazy
And the strangers think she's lazy
And the pimps are the only ones
telling her she's beautiful.

So she dances ballet in rush hour traffic
And bends time in ways that would've made Einstein jealous

One of her eyes is always open while she sleeps
beneath the steam clock on Waterstreet

With one eye open
She surrenders the rest of herself
Blanketed in secret haikus
from head to toe.