We dance, half-poser, half-alone
and before the half-filled stalls
perform that half-twirl that moans:
'How do I look?' Head to the walls,
hands down and fingers parted.
We check our shadow from routine,
but the watchers have departed -
they have seen this show before.
Forget the shadow on the floor;
check the pulse, check the breath.
Quick. Curtain. One thing is certain.