A limbless acrobat arching its handle spine
on the hard wood of the table,
bowing perfectly from the base of
a delicate neck to the tailbone.
Curved like a body yearning for another to hold,
just two ribcages apart,
the metal muscles frozen tense and waiting.
An oblong face like a basin mirror
distorting upside down reflections
and pulling them inward into still life.
A handheld funhouse mirror.
A little dipper that in a child’s hand
will fling alphabet soup like stars
into constellations on the ceiling sky.