where’d your dance go?
    hidden in your blue fists?
    flashing         trying to hold a
   glimpse of indigo midnight 

       your smile candied
deep in sorrow.      can you
feel me plucking at it savage?
    sorrow so savage it causes splinters
    in your hot fists cracking into
    slowcyanlight             where’d your dance go?
    feet gone phantom pain         can you 
    feel the absence of your great great grandma’s
    stolen limb deep in your bones?         where’d her 
    dance go?                  huh?         where’d all her indigo
    bleed?     atop the ceiling of that old house stuck in
      your generational memory?                her foot stuck 
      in the mouth of that dry white dove                if you 
      close your mindseye to the stalewind             you can
      catch a scent of her running         running & going nowhere
                  going nowhere but to the jaybirds          the jaybirds 
        & a hotblue           destiny where her world will burn up
        real good               so good she might be dished at that 
        secret dinner table no one likes to talk about 
                                but we know
                                                                                            we know