Smoke.

The Room Dancer:

She rides the waves

Of wind and motion.

Swaying with the utmost uncertainty,

She is a floating spider web.

Born from flame and breath,

And expelled from the mouth
She is never dying,

But blending.

The atmosphere has never had

Such a friend.

It’s amazing:

Imagine a thing

That plays with you

While you play with it.

A dance of smoke and flesh.

Summer, 2009
My Basement, New York.