Learning to Dance. I wish I could turn myself inside out so the writing was clearer.
How the body would relinquish its secrets. I could trace back to the beginning and follow
each step to my own unwinding. I could unravel the myths of my mothers and fathers
and leave behind the heaviness of their unborn shame. But the body gives up its secrets
slowly and only with great persistence. They’re wound tightly into muscles that constrict
my movements. But if I could wear them on the outside, I would teach them to dance.
-- Carol Bradbury 2006