Prima – A Poem

Prima She listens to the world move[beat,two-three,beat]like old people listen to talk radio.And flutters in her own world,wild thing,she programs an image to her brain: reality it crashes. Much like a ballet,she falls when she fears the music is stopping.[pressing her cheek against her knee]Then valiantly she jumps and spins,[twirlingtwo, three,spinningtwo, three] But eventually, allContinue reading “Prima – A Poem”