by K Weber
I dream about my past
dream it’s my future
I was a flannelled girl in the sun
spinning a practice flag candy-
smacking left right
left front yard underage
neutral duplex
My metronome pulsed The man
next door flirted
with my amateur moves
I did it next to the spiny driftwood Drop
spins double-fasts
Afraid
to toss high
catch flat
put my whole body inside the beat
maneuver silk in the rain
in the arena
the parade
Afraid
to drive
volume up
treble low
windows shimmying
to make my own music
to be looked into the greyest
blue of my eye
the flushed chest and cheeks
gum-pink
sick-white
but but but made sure
any crush of burgundy velvet
shine of bent spandex
writing on my shoes
was seen
by the right wrong
boys
Teenage girls
drum majors
marked my time
as the percussion
creeped
sounded
resounded
within my undiagnosed
backbone
I still do those tricks with brooms
tubes of gift wrap
I’m an adept witch in a different aisle
no stringent formation
no Halloween-ish makeup
so the crowd can see me
no 50-yard-line Hip-
jut to the store’s background music
cashiers confused I daydream measures
that sent me front
center
halftime
I tried not to let the pole hit
my costume’s chains before they’d clang
as a muted triangle
my head’s plume that fascinator
the saxophone of the right wrong
boy
who barely held my sweat- pounding hand
in the back of the bus
I bit my own lip
faced forward
towards
away
games
I’ve done it all again
in my head
that swing
jazz run
cat-creeping The red
The yellow
of my orange fabric
reconciled Today I’m more electronic
abandoned my lessons
threw out notations
but never hesitate
to stand front center in the venue
to feel the knock the collision the speed
of wood
of metal I stay in tune
out of tune
on another
wavelength
Sometimes I nod back roll my toes
as though the click-start of the performance
was second nature
when I walk in step my bad instep
in March
as a body with a whole hellcat inside
I misstep then chime in
wide arms howl in my own tone’s color
with the toms
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K Weber obtained her BA in Creative Writing from Miami University & has 10 self-published, online books of poetry. She writes independently & collaboratively, having created poems from words donated by 300+ people since 2018. Much of K's work (free in PDF & audio) & her publishing credits are on her website: kweberandherwords.com
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