a love letter to dance

Sara Kumar | Spring 2024

sometimes i find myself reading my body right to left in an inverse with all the conventions i was given because you have unraveled the lace from between my rib cages and the grotesqueness of my innards has been revealed as replaced by stardust as i am rewritten and rewired and structured into an angel and it’s all an illusion 

i am the sun king reincarnate and you make the dissonance between my soul and body bearable 

i find that i see the world as a series of strings unable to catch any slack like the one that comes from the sky and into the top of my head as if i am a puppet forever defying gravity whose feet only touch the ground in an attempt to fit in with the peasants 

you’ve made me a creator 
akin to god 

but remember i am stuck as the angel, some deformation of a celestial body
you’ve given me wings 
that are sewn into my scapulae 

icarus flew too close to the sun but he wasn’t its ruler 

you’ve made me both the artist and the muse 
endlessly in a pas de deux alone