A new poem by Zephyr Zhang.

the dancer

wavy air noodle
flailing at the used car yard

          shake shake shaky shake it

my tube bod writhes
cosmic spaghetti on hot asphalt
a flag in a hurricane
waving to strangers in cars
waving at shiny sedans
with a nylon grin

           hello hello goodbye
          please come again

the wind changes me every second
as I watch you change
every model in the lot
nightfall brings my soft descent

if I am a lure
put me on a string
fly me over an oil slick
thrashing like a caught fish