I am a dancer Sliding small pieces of myself around my room and up my walls. Pushing pained expressions into the center of my forehead. I swim alone in the patterns of my carpet. Rolling around atop the wood panels that make up my bedroom floor They creek loudly to applaud my efforts. Delicious movement stretching my limbs, melting my body I can feel it take the shape of the space it occupies. My mirror takes note, it always gives such good review. Compliments to me I had no idea my leg stretched this high. I am a dancer appreciated in small circles but a dancer none the less.