To a journey's start. To the teachers, friends, and peers who have brought me here
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Studio floor - 1-2 SAT Day - 3 Burnout - 4 Open Door Policy - 5-6 Countdown to Flatline - 7
Studio Floor
Ten year olds stomp and tiptoe To throbbing music vibrating Through wooden beams “Elephant mouse mouse, elephant mouse mouse”
Metal toed shoes chatter and click Leaving scuffs and scars highlighted by Tough black stains in Their wake.
Spilled water is picked up by Slippers afraid of falling on Smooth vinyl. They jeté with as much force as possible before ricocheting into a contretemp.
Sweaty palms squeak As they pull across The marks other dancers left behind
Padding in, Parents parade to the walls Cameras out.
The floor presents its masterpieces Before they move on nothing but marks remaining.
SAT Day
Shifting Feet Instructions are dragged Through anxious ears
Clock starts A pen clatters down Paper sheet Rustling and shifting Rhythmic ticks Time slipping by
Stand up, stretch Sit down.
Breathe. Your mother fed you Grammar for breakfast
Shit. I forgot long division again
Stand up sit down
Freeze. The numbers are shifting Like magnets Swimming across the kitchen fridge
Clock stops Calculators clang A sigh shivers down my spine The college board sucks anyway.
Open Door Policy
The door is always open.
Knob squeaking, the door Slips ajar: Sister slides Aside me. I could have sworn She never knocked.
The door slams open The rubber-ended stopper Tremors and Chuckles nervously Brother Trudges in. Picking up, Shifting, And shuffling What's mine