Throwing the Dancer out the Window

night sees my body move
one of those jewelrybox ballerina figurines that can’t hold it all on one spring
wobbling out of sync with the turn by turn swan lake
lancer le danseur par la glace

i’d rather bike out with the tide tonight
downtown to docks watch Jersey move farther then farther away
but the box
turn circles all night point & lift & extend

sometimes i wonder if the city will just sink into the blackhole of sea
miles of vacant ocean would be a dream
i write my name everywhere
lest forget

how do we move?
like this boys aerodynamic hair flying back breeze
one way of feeling is bikegrease better
fast free as though night will escape us

pedal harder     point release
i like how we forget where we’re going       brother or lover’s house
maybe we’ll be more alive this way when the darkness moves in on us
faces get covered      i only know you from the constellation you got shined on your shin

from that truck     bowled you over on broome street
while people were all pasta & police call the police
but you only got his name as he asked you if maybe you’d like another
another what?—night you want to say—body

make the body move away
truck grate opens to reveal a scrapmetal symphony (another)
twisted bike wheels      sheets shiny of aluminum     hubcaps     master locks     broken stoves
your fists are out     blood is better from another body

how does anger look in the dark?
faces are curtains now as we ride turning onto uphill track of bridge back to Brooklyn
are we less of what we were when first we came?
which—tell me which

does the city or the night have more of us?

by James Shultis

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