
Curl your toes…
under, under, under
squeezing hard like the
desperate last drops
of tooth p-a-
s-t-
e.
Now bend your legs.
Shins to thighs melt
together like
two ice
cubes:
Your knees follow suit.
Hips!
They need motion to go-go-go
hula hoop swirl turn tornado
s-s-sucking your bottom
remnants
into the
sky
!
Inhale.
Your stomach, your lungs
become pregnant with oxygen
Bigger and bigger and bigger!
B-I-G-G-E-R
M-O-R-E
.
.
.
¡ POP !
Your scapula spin-spin-spinning
like a lone helicopter seed
around and around and around!
Ballerina, you become-
graceful lines will
echo-
echo-echo-echo
echoechoechoechoecho
behind you.
Your neck turns to
Twizzlers rope, stretched
only until a
single strand of
sugar
is left.
Head rolls like bowling ball
.
.
.
.
.
STRIKE!
About the Creator
Heather Elle
Queer musician, composer, and sound engineer leaving in Brooklyn, New York.
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