poem #11

a glittering container
of crystal and mottled mirrors.
an exquisite dome
built around me.

i spin in circles
and you show me how to dance
until you drop my hand and smile
before walking away.

just leave.
i - must - get - out.
what can i use to smash through?
you take me by the hand once more
and we dance in circles
across the mirrored floor.