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DANCE AS A CONSTANT FALLING

Trip, stumble,

Brace weak limbed carcass 


On a fence or something

But fall anyway 


Down dancing
And g
et back up again Dancing


Like a sick man finally dying
Or an old animal with

Three good legs.

A bird in a trance


Having hit the window
.

My body is a family of eyes.

I wonder what you mean
When you say


I understand.

I have been dancing in bed


These past two nights
Beside you

And I danced in the bath


This morning and


I’m dancing now.

My signature move,
To remain
Motionless, a Dance of Secrecy.

Death Dance 


To the
Naked eye.

I exhale through this
Particular mouth 


For the last time

And begin


To Dance as Snow Melts
Or as Drift Wood is

And Sleeping Sea Lion snoring.
I am a person
Cold at the bus stop.

The bus,


According to the schedule,


Should be here already.

Breathe like


A Watersnake 


On the way to work.

Outside 


A convenience store
A ballerina pretending to cry.

Orphans of the patriarchy
,

The weather in St. Petersburg 


Sings a dismal song!

Put an ear to the ground


To hear Putin


Moan.

In the center of 


This poetic moment
,

I loosen my belt.

I imitate 


Our flower in the kitchen
,

A snapdragon.

I stay very still


And thereby
Dance

Shaking my hands


As if they were colder


Than they are.

Later I will type the words


Spring (Fruit Trees in Bloom)
Into a search engine

And stare at the screen


For several


Beautiful seconds.

Sagebrush of the Internet
.

I put the worm


In the wood.

I don’t dream often


But when I do


I dream pork rib dreams

And there are no other people
.

I practice all the time
.

There are only No things everywhere.
Posted 04/30/14
An excerpt from Ticklish Animal, a chapbook by Robert Duncan Gray. Forthcoming from Bone Tax Press 2014 // bonetax.wordpress.com
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