Piñata

Crack, crack, crack
it open!
My heart shaped like
a unicorn
a swan
a squirrel in sombrero.

Turn, turn, turn
me around!
Give me a spin
a try
a kiss
I want to be opened.

There is glitter, I promise you.
And candy,
the good kind.

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Dang Me (Hang Me)

Dang, Cowgirl!It was a nice day:
lavender and
sun screen and
a kid dancing like he was
losing his mind.
That’s the best way to dance ~ like you’re
a mad, evil genius
who’s just discovered
the cure for cancer
and had a change of heart and
your evil laugh has turned to giggles.

Everyone loves a good redemption story.
Everyone wants to be redeemed,
to pull for the hero to get it,
to pull for the villain to remember
that he was once just a child
dancing madly
before behaving badly.

 

Where was I…

I was remembering the lavender.
Like a proper Texan, I’m going to see
how it goes with tequila.
Cactus and flowers and a glass?
Nothing wrong with that.
It calls for a tan
and a man
and a nice, slow day.

Fred Astaire Danced on Glass

Something I learned in tap class: Fred Astaire danced on glass. He danced on glass for the clearest sound possible.

Also, Fred Astaire broke a lot of glass.

As much as tap frustrates me ~ I am not as coordinated in actuality as I am in the Ziegfeld Follies of my mind ~ I must keep dancing. I will keep dancing.

My toes wiggle in the wrapping of leather shoes.
There is a gallery of glass ~
The kind with the gold dusted corners ~
waiting to be broken.

Can you think of a better way of making glitter?