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acrobatics
Perhaps I am used to being
posed, arranged, framed
in a certain way.
What if I told you
every move
every flicker of an eyelid
every shift in weight
is carefully orchestrated
and perfectly executed.
Always a performer
who is overworked
never receiving compensation.
And why,
why must I continue
to spin on my axis
at your command?
And why,
why do I enjoy the
performance more
than executing my
existence of free will?
Where
is my performer?
There is no
dinner & a show
for the acrobat
who climbs to the
tallest of heights for
your pleasure
and falls for
my own.
Copyright ©
Emma Atkins
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