Degas’ Ballerina
Holds her entire being
On the tip
Of her right slipper.

She achieves the point of balance
With vain turns
The flash of a camera
Breaks into her silence
A face storms in
Taking her back to childhood.

She loses the balance of oblivion
Plunges down
And breaks in half.

Degas’ Ballerina
Once had a father.