Ballerina

The finest glycogen chain circles her

- neck- waist –dress-

like ropes of purest pearls

it adorns her.

With each footfall

of her relevé dance

a bead is dropped.

Each bend in her body

lessens the chain,

loosens her chains.

As the sweet thing falls away

its’ memory

is traced in the tracks of her sweat.

She leaves nothing in reserve

and with her final soufflé fall

she is finished.