Niceties can only get you so far

Your red lips stutter out the answers to questions i have not asked

The responses to inquiries i have not posed

My cage is rattled and my beak is wet and i am still nothing more than a pirouette

Performed by a dancer whose brash and bold nature cannot be confined to a normative performed

I am a sculptor and a muse and a ghastly influence on the ones i pine so deeply for

These days i hardly rise from my bed