In other news, I just finished my last college final ever. So that’s that.
So this girl walks onto a barre…
Sure, it’s tough not to notice the stomping on the wood floor
But you’re here to be a dancer, not a circus act
So you won’t climb it or ride it or grab it by the tusks
You won’t even look it in the eyes
You want to dance about things less ugly and heavy and smelly than elephants
This won’t be an elephant dance.
So you try dancing around the elephant in the room
Dancing where it isn’t, going only where it doesn’t
Trying not to notice that the pathways you trace are looking quite elephant-shaped
This is not an elephant dance.
Some elephants grow when you give them the space
But this still isn’t about elephants.
So you’ll just keep dancing tighter and smaller
‘Till you’re pressed against a wall
With no more room to dance at all
I decided to write about something other than politics today.
Some mini-film things I was playing with at home:
And a little bit of improv now that I’m back in the city:
Tomorrow I start my last semester of college (forever?)–wish me luck, cuz I think I’m gonna need it.
I have now reached that point at which my study playlist is all Tracy Chapman.