Dance Tape

The winding-grind click
of an old video camera split
the silence in her eyes in two.

With perfect focus
and her seraphim face in full view,
I asked if she was ready to dance.

She jostled her head excitedly yes
and asked me to start the music.

And as she fluttered and twirled
I wondered, so unskilled,
what it must be like to be beautiful.

She moved with the music,
she moved in the music,
and I was happy to have filmed it.

She told me auditions need tapes,
we sent it in and she had to wait,
but I assume she'll make it anyway.