April 1998 / Volume One / Issue Two
K. Daniel Frye
Little Electric Dots

I raise my head too fast                   Little electric dots dance against the wall
My legs shake with each step           Blisters pop in time

Little drops of humanity creep into my vanity.
       Sometimes I can see myself in my reflection.

I turn around too fast            Little electric dots dance against the mirror
Eyes of my father                 Right now they look as if he's about to raise his fist

             But I dance... I can fly...
          I can touch the clouds when my body allows...
             So I step to the edge of the stage and look into their eyes...
                      They step back
                      Everyone always does
                      Everyone always has.

So I look into the mirror...

  Giant faces of vulgarity bleed into my vanity...
Sometimes I can see myself in my reflection...
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