Those With Whom I Dance

I belong among you guys

because bits of me are scattered everywhere.

I’ve complimented your shirt.

and brushed her hair. 

You’ve borrowed my hairspray.

My handprint wraps

invisibly around your ankle,

from the ballet dance when I lifted you into the air.

My bobby pins hold your hair in a ballet bun,

because everyone’s pins get mixed up

and it doesn’t matter.

My words of encouragement

lie in your heart, 

where I hope they’ve helped.

I belong with you guys,

and that belonging

makes me whole.

It makes me need you,

but in a good way, 

like our muscles need oxygen.

Together, we make art.