BALLET IN MY BRAIN
Chumps. Yes. It's all going on.
The things I have witnessed could
fill a blue book, and my ankle still
hurts from fleeing. This is nothing
un-natural. People come. People go.
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Monty Frazier, don't park like that.
Jeez, your car's half in the gutter
and the ticket book's out. I know
the cops around here; they're
gluttonous with fast-fingered
rage. Stand back before going.
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One fully-mirrored wall, and one
of those bannister things as in studios
of ballet, where the tight girls reach
and stretch. In the rear of the room,
the ballet teacher, with a clicker
in her hand.
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