Calves

I stood next to my husband

in sequins and glitter,

Rainbow,

Mostly red hot pants glittering

phthalo green,

cadmium yellow,

cerulean blue hues I never wear as skin

unless LED lights are glittering in front of me too.

My calves flex like rocks

glowing rose quartz against sandstone

 that bounces sound back

between my chest plate and my spine

and back to my calves that carry me long into the air—

twirl me atop rock sheets,

spin me like a hula hoop and release,

 relief.

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