Dance hallIt took a cousin to convince herto leave the house, where nightly she trapezed her mother’s stepswith strides of separation. Six months knee deep into thatkeen, her night of freedom had arrived and all the hall lights were on,winking across the valley. She’s back.This is heeling for healing, a revoltagainst her danse macabre, to moveout of time and trip over. It was this night she finally left the house and ate rainwith lifted face. It was this night she met her lifelong familiar who would sayyou are what I always wanted.And against the song beat, how his prophecy roared.
