Regretfully Taming the Shrew
Regretfully Taming The Shrew
We used to stay up until our eyes and sun begged us to sleep,
because we had escaped into the midnight wild.
We used to be the wild girls.
Celebrations, like birthdays, every day,
Young enough to keep the candles burning,
Blowing them out only because the wax and reached its end,
But not us,
Age indeterminable, like the endless night.
And by the end of our nights,
we used to return,
with knotted hair,
makeup only meant for the dark.
When the clocked tolled,
we were out of our princess dresses.
Home with our muscles still aching
from years of dancing
as a girl in frills
swaying in front of Daddy’s camera,
years of dancing
with boys on our minds
or outside of theaters,
years of dancing,
and movement and dreams and freedom
until we found a dance partner
who begs us to sleep
But while we’re now sleeping
in the night
We don’t want to dream in the night,
the traditional dream
of stardom, and romance, and power, and voice,
with the morning frost.
We dare to dream in the daylight
while dancing on the edge of