I can leave my bones at the door
like wet boots. Pinwheel my body
backwards, flip inside out:
I won’t feel pain here.
On good days, I perform magic tricks.
Instead of dove feathers and ribbon
I coax illusions from my fingertips,
casting myself as a smokescreen.
I levitate my bones, stack heart
over center, and my ankle braces
disappear, gone like twisting
a loose tooth.… Read more ““Open Call for Acrobats” by Aryanna Falkner”