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You stand frozen
flourescent frills
plastic bling
made in Taiwan
drugstore lashes
and war paint
fast-twitch fibers
ready for the beat

I feel the sweat
from the spotlights
on your forehead
as you spin headlong
leaping, flying,
I feel each fiber
in your extended leg.

I didn’t raise you
to be this, a
material girl-
but as you dance
I couldn’t be
a prouder father.