You know how to cross these streets with ease
As a dancer
Eyes closed behind Tom Fords
Taxis, snapped at, beckon to your forearm
like a harem of gold & midnight
And your smirk;
that sly crooked look
that shows both your sides-
your Apollo & your Hades
It keeps them coming
to second guess
to anthroapologize
and weigh your brilliance
against your shadow.
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