Spotlight

 (c) 2002

I am, by nature, high strung

but this time the rope is stretched

above an urban chasm and I am too dizzy

to balance.

 

But oh—

 I am dressed so pretty

in pale pink tights and a pinker tutu.

I believe all the eyes on me will hold me up.

 

As I lift and turn

I wonder if you are thinking

how pretty I am—

or if you’d rather

I break my neck?