she is,
was,
a gymnast, i’ve never
watched her
but can imagine the tumbling
straight split lines
and tension in her taut arms
her form taking on all sorts of
shapes,
contortion artist,
twisting,
cut glass,
cut air,

and back when i used to draw,
i would have loved to
draw her,
snapshot her in the air
her moments of flight
record her infinite beauty
spiralling moments
that would go on
forever
on paper