Haiku of BoredomLost within myself,Surrounded by blank, white walls;I should paint them soon.
Bellydancing with Lyme DiseaseI don’t fear the blindness anymore:I call it Truth, that snake that slithers,from fingers to shoulders to fingers again,circling the Earth, rollingthrough me like sea foam. Whiteand ungoverned, unicornsdrifting on the tide,my hands fluttering, delicate bonesbending the air, turning musicinto movement like waterinto wine. Time is liquid and fog,memory rushing around my feet.My hips swoon to its cries, singinglike butterflies in my stomach, rollingwith the beat. I danceto sway the red fear of pain,to master the burning sense of loss.I make magic.