|Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 7 . . .|
|Dance Scene 1989 NYC
Take the F train to Manhattan to 23rd Street,
and Avenue of the Americas - the map of North
of the dancers squeezing into the elevator, bubbles
Beatriz from Puerto Rico, Julio from Argentina,
the motley modern dance ladies with unshaved
in pink silk ribboned toe-shoes grey plastic pants
Ernie tells me - The word is don't pick up the lettuce girl
her all across the stage with your head hid under her
to class anymore, I visit them in hospitals look at
At One-Hundred and Fifty-Ninth Street in the Harkness
wearing a New York City Ballet cap. He takes off
marked for radiation. He holds my hand and weeps
I remember him in class, long legs start at my waist,
but elastic like a rubber band. He always says hello
My mother - he says - won't visit me, she doesn't believe
We sit together. And then his bed is gone.
dedicated to Johnny B.
by Annie Bien
Annie Bien received her first playwriting commission at the Soho Theatre Company in London. Her poetry has appeared in Quattrocento, Snakeskin, Lily, Loch Raven Review, Andwerve, Worm, Cadenza, Centrifugal Eye, andTimes Online. More poems are forthcoming in Miller's Pond and Kaleidowhirl. Her fiction has appeared in The Wonderful World of Worders, Guildhall Press. She has been a Pushcart nominee, runner up for the Georgetown Review Contest 2006, and on shortlists for the Guardian Poetry Workshop and Strokestown 2007 International Poetry Competition. She studies Tibetan Buddhist text translation with Robert Thurman and Lozang Jamspal.
© 2007 Annie Bien