YOU WONDER WHY I CAN'T JUST DANCE

Eden Connelly

In your country, feet come easily.
Where you want to bring me,
I am metal,
welded wood.
She made me.
My mother had her heart broken
once.
He took her to the top
of a snow-tipped mountain
and pushed her.
She wouldn't move.
He found another woman who would play.
She went camping for weeks,
dug her fingers into clay,
came back to life
with stronger legs.
I always hated when my cousin pushed me in the pool.
Splinters in my feet,
broken fingernails
was all that I could do.
You once loved my legs.
Couldn't believe how
strong they were,
how I was such an
interesting creature,
the way I
held you down.
Boy, you don't know what we've
been through.
We are dark, tough meat.
Our roots
run deep;
we needed
to live this way.
Survival.
Admired me
like a wild animal.
I do not run
I do not lift weights.
I was simply
born
with my mother's face.
We come from freshly broken vases
and there is no way
you could pull us
back.