 The Dancing Class, by Edgar Degas (France) 1874 The Dancing Class In Repose surprised to sneak a peak of y’all in repose hands loosened necks stretched toes flattened Monsieur Perrot with the rats young company members he lurks like a hall monitor drunk with power y’all restrain from the break you crave one of release with abandon oh, to escape the pain toes numb limbs taught jaws immobile afraid monsieur will look your way pound his cane say YOU are not devoted to your art or is that a story you made up? take a note mimic the dancer with brown hair stage left a yellow bow at her waist confidence in the face of her fear close your eyes toss your own head back and you too scratch the itch below your shoulder soon the accompanist sits down feel the music learn your part no time to think of repose Jennifer B. Kahnweiler Jennifer B. Kahnweiler is a non-fiction author of 5 books and a poet who is based in Atlanta, GA. A favorite aunt gifted her with a book of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poems and she was hooked. She started writing poems during the pandemic, and received the Natasha Trethewey poetry prize from the Atlanta Writers Club. She has been published in the Avalon Literary Review and MacQueen's Quinterly in recent months.
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