Conversations with my body: 1.4
a soft velveteen bodice constricts your skinny chest,
stiff, shiny skirting hovers over you legs.
tiny black straps hold in your feet.
even your hair has been pulled tight into a ponytail;
only the tails of the bow covering the rubber band,
follow your movements in a shadow dance.
reshaped into the static image of a little girl,
you are unfamiliar to yourself.
vibrant voices giggle, yell. children run. party.
you are drawn and not drawn to move, to join.
but then a big gray tabby cat jumps into your lap.
and the soft fur and purring unite us in wordless, motionless tranquility.