MARY CONWAY revels in a powerful reminder that human lives are not defined by physical perfection
Hollow
by Vanessa Kisuule
You came down easy in the end.
The righteous wrench of two ropes in a grand plié.
Briefly you flew, corkscrewed, then hit the ground
With the clang of toy guns, loose change, chains, a rain of cheers.
Standing ovation on the platform of your neck.
Punk Ballet. Act 1.
There is more to come.
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