amorette

The teacher lived near restaurants but chose to cook for herself. Her single financial indulgence was season’s tickets to the Center for Contemporary Arts. It was only a ten-minute walk from the fountain to the theater district. At the CCA that evening a comedy. She wanted modern dance instead. Always wanted dance instead. If she could do it over. Her childhood and all those years since. All that time and thought spent in practice devoted to the getting better at something. That something would be dancing. With her body she would say Look at me and weep. How it moves you.