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the olympics is all in your mind
for Elliot
bluish-white, scarce ore, shaking and red splotches as if her leg was all bloody and then blood would drip on the rug and on the chair
calming, like a color, like blue, or calming like the pink of a child’s room or a hospital corridor, pink pearl or a kind of peach color intending to be calming like the absence of discourse
you simply keep going as the shadows get long, twos and then threes and sixes until finally two enter(s) and one last one
but then some tentative foot placements, as if the floor was suddenly hot or covered with a fine layer of ground glass, fine as a powder
imagine the dancers to be in the room, in the room with the blue chair and blue air, sheet music strewn about
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