You cannot swim,
So do not drown in me.
You cannot dance,
So do not break your legs trying.
You cannot fly,
So do not starve yourself, kneeling at your bed,
praying your ribs turn to wings.

Up,
   Once.
Down, down,
             Twice.

Art is the only good we will ever do,

Pas,
     Pas,
            [end]
Curtains. Bow. Open your eyes.

I do not have the words
to tell you how beautiful you are.
             Ô, ballerine, comme je te méprise.

My art rots inside me.