interviewing the ballet girl.

The day you fell, was a tragedy for us all.
Sometimes the saying “Did you fall from heaven?” doesn’t quite fit,
even though it was often asked of you.

After all, Heaven was where you belonged—
among the stars.

Perhaps that is why in my life, I had always taken such care
never to break any bones.

Though your legs shattered, you didn’t feel it.
It didn’t hurt quite as much
as your heart.

What was it like to rise into the spotlight?
And then miss a step and fall from the stage?

“For a dancer?” you replied.

It was like hell.

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dinner for two.

Put the fork down and leave your regrets on the table.
We will not consume them alongside the irritated flicker of candlelight.
We will not justify and correct and shape up our versions of history.

With our country resentfully divided, I lay this treaty upon the borderline:
We were only confused.  We were only mistaken.
We were only hopeful.  We were only in love.
We were only human.