Zoetropes
Diana Senechal
Anything can be anything.
The midway point can be anything.
Identical ends meet.
I sleep on a stream of frames.
Stick figures, cars, spiders
shouting the colors ride.
Warm river running in circles,
water falls down from my brain,
grandmother holding a baby.
Paper is not like music.
It's thick and material.
Mine I use as a hammock.
People are starting to die.
My friends are having children.
I'm still learning to talk.
Leaving a space open
for you to sit by me,
I join you in body code,
looking away, then back,
then into the nearby wall
where we were both once pictures.
Amazing how we have grown.
We can be anything:
acrobats, puppets, pets.
Words splash into our glasses.
The players have opened their cases.
The lights blast rude again.
All that can happen has happened.
Holding my body close
for a second you were my frame.