(Here’s another poem from Wednesday Night Regular. Expect a big announcement real soon now!)
Ballerinas
All little girls at some point
Want to be ballerinas
To color with joyful dance
This gray grown-up world
But life dissolves dreams
Debts demand payment
With money as easy as
Lifting a skirt
Delicate limbs twist
To please hollow men
Watching their phones
Instead of breasts freed
For their approval
Rejection still burns
Livers overwhelmed
Eyes looking nowhere
The personal cost of business
For grown-up ballerinas
Whatever brought you to my table
I’m glad you’re here tonight
With me
Illustration by Tammy Atkinson of Atkinson Creations