"I cannot remember the last time I gave some-
my weight." She says.
Because the body betrays us in its fragile
the kneecap pushed so
slightly out of place, the uncomfortable
Your dancer limbs locked the wheel-
with a grace we only dreamt
about. Sewn strands and tendons
atrophy. They can only be
cut, stretched, and re-stitched–anatomical seam-
"I am a canvas now."
The long wait in waiting
transitioned us to mourning
the loss of your leg. No,
it is still there, but caged.