If we're on thin ice, we might as well dance.

We are looking at each other
And we do not know what to do
The echo of one whole voice
That is you.
A story in your breathing.
You say I touched your soul
Believe me, in my darkest dreams
I would have liked that role.
But nothing is what it seems.
All the ways a child learns to say Me
And is everything you would like to be 
I look at you
And I don't know what to do.
If we are on thin ice, we might as well dance.

Colleen Yorke, 2020.
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