She learned to play piano
through two sad creeks that bled mascara
bought a djembe with drug money
& tapped at it with her fingers
emulating the strokes
she once hated.
Evacuated the anger of her forgotten dreams
Into the spotted skin of a zebu
where every circle took flight with ire
landing gently in a meadow of bass.
another piece of mismatched furniture
in the same garden
where her artwork
died under the Brugmansia
eaten by a fungus that never fruits.
in a warehouse she dances as a phantom
elegantly weaving the invisible
through lights & noise
electronic drums removing all human error
contemplating the imperfections
of her own helix.
a clock that is kept as a reminder
the disease inherited from man.
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