The Russian Ballet Chronicles

I was sent  
To the Russians    
Only to be    
Disassembled    
For being      
Chubby, clumsy      
And confused      
After having been      
Moved back      
With the littlest ones      
Lined up      
In a professed      
Embrace      
Under the      
Management      
Of a cane      
Peddling      
A century      
Of art      
With      
Enamel      
Topping      
A dark      
Shaft      
In the corner      
So loud      
That its      
Sophistication      
Dialed      
Into my mother      
From a rotary phone,      
As if to ask      
“How should      
We return      
The body      
Back to you?”      
     
#Brutal      
     
A few years later, I started coming together (somewhere else) and the building talked a lot so they heard about it. After running into my mother waiting on me in the lobby, they wanted to re-enroll me for intermediate pointe work; to which she said “no thanks.”  
   
They assessed me, accepted me, placed me, picked at me, demoted me, expunged me and then recalled me? that was just too much.