Disorienting World of Symmetry
Barbie Joins a Cult
We all saw it coming
When Barbie joined that cult.
Goodbye Barbie,
See you never.
Dancing on Egg Shells
I remember what it felt like
To feel trapped.
Like lava in a lamp, swaying up and down
As if forever searching for a way out.
I remember when I danced on pointe shoes
Each step calculated and meticulous
Ribbons tied tight around my ankles,
Wool tights flaring my eczema
Baby steps at the bar,
Like tramps in lamps,
Walking on eggshells.
