Papa’s a Ballet Dancer
Grabbing scary-skinny women’s waists
and throwing them in the air like feathers
Papa says they’re domestic
when I ask why
one of them comes home with us
and throwing them in the air like feathers
Papa says they’re domestic
when I ask why
one of them comes home with us
Sliding and gliding on his tippy toes
and twirling through those seven spots like suns
Papa says athleticism makes you sweat
when I ask why
his clothes have to be so tight
His arms outreach with an airplane attitude
and the ladies always drop through them like helicopter leaves.
Papa says his job is more exciting
when I ask why
he’s not a pilot anymore
and twirling through those seven spots like suns
Papa says athleticism makes you sweat
when I ask why
his clothes have to be so tight
His arms outreach with an airplane attitude
and the ladies always drop through them like helicopter leaves.
Papa says his job is more exciting
when I ask why
he’s not a pilot anymore
His makeup is less red than Mother’s was
and he never wears skirts like hers
Papa says lots of the words I get soap in my mouth for
when I ask why
he sometimes sniffles and screams when it’s bedtime.
and he never wears skirts like hers
Papa says lots of the words I get soap in my mouth for
when I ask why
he sometimes sniffles and screams when it’s bedtime.
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