The Pole to Its Dancer
For Katsuki Yuri Look, there is only one way this is going to go: After sixteen flutes of champagne, you’ll approach Viktor, say, “if I win this dance-off, please be my coach,” and soon you’ll forget there was even a yes or no. I'm not about memories. I'm slim steel. The room spins when I attend any event. I've flipped men upside down too many times to count to have a reason to count even you. But ice skating was never a matter of reason, was it, Yuri? Does your head hurt, is your gut telling you this was a bad idea? Try to throw up with your head up, and it only makes a mess of your good pant cuffs. Yūri, let yourself go but hang on. Love, even true love, can slip. Your program requires four quads. If you’re as dizzy as you were then, I've done my job. Ethan Leonard Ethan Leonard is a second-year fiction MFA student at the University of New Hampshire. Previous poems of theirs have been published with Star 82 Review, Mead, The Doctor TJ Eckleburg Review, and others. They can be found tweeting at @autonomousbagel.
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