Jessica's Thursdays

Locks of blonde
Slip out
Of a dancer's bun
So tight,
To keep blue eyes open.
In this room
So bright,
All are the same
Parallel mirrors
Reflecting this sameness
Back to them forever.
Same rises onto her toes.
She gracefully lifts an arm.
You cannot tell how much
My feet hurt
From standing on these blocks of wood
Pain is not allowed
In Same's world.
One leg up,
Caressing a knee
With a perfect arch of the heel.
The world on my shoulders,
It all comes down to a
Tiny pink foot
In a
Tiny pink shoe
The color of
Jessica's Thursdays.
Today.
When all the Sameness girls
Are even more the Same
But not so much as Jessica,