Kitty is a Dancer
Kitty is a dancer.
She steps a pirouette
A cigarette tucked between
Her bristled lips.
Her hips wear the weight
Of fifty-eight years,
And the hoops in her ears
Whirl like golden suns around her head.
She is a diner diva:
Empress of the chrome palace.
Kitty is a dancer.
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Apr 5 2009
Waffle House patrons. That is all I am imagining.
Apr 9 2009
Fantastic, I love the comparison here - the ordinary with the extraordinary.
Wonderful piece of writing, showing that dreams can still shine in the strangest of places.
Apr 5 2009
i love the line "bristled lips" it calls to mind an angry cat and a lady with whiskers all at once
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