At Dancing School: The Youngsters
Daniel Harris A curtsey and a bow initiate
a brief exchange, as in the old quadrilles;
each partner’s gloved in dyed white kid. Who’d want
to gawk at nails bit to the quick, hangnails
or nails caked with dirt if hands become paws
groping flesh---if this skirmish, not scheduled
by teachers of dance, should court spectacle,
if courtesies of speech can’t muffle howls
of lust? Not their proper parents, surely.

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