degas’ dancer.

When I was 18 and living in nyc, I used to go to The Met often and scribble short little poems about pieces I liked. I recently found this one. xo, m

Degas-dancer

Her boyish beauty
Hidden in a tight corset
I watch as
She pirouettes

She moves
In a glass case

Boyish beauty
Held captive
Ballet shoes
Too tight for growing feet

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