I stand by my front door with car keys in hand, flip-flops on my feet, panic in my heart."Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is Right ... [+]
Kilmeny MacMichael writes from a small town in western Canada's Okanagan valley. With over two dozen short publications, including with Cirque and Arachne Press, she is happy to appear again through Short Édition. "Madacamia" is in Short Circuit #09, Short Édition's quarterly review.
At first, it seemed a movement of spontaneous joy; a pause, a stretch of arms and hands, a bending, then quick steps along the hardwood floor and a glide A purposeful turn, pause and then back step and slide, turn, pause, again; slide step faster steps, longer, more assured, slide steps, again Gaining speed and strength, quick steps, glides, socks and polish gathering glad In quiet, in merciful twilight, concentration in feet, a flash of teeth, a smile? The one who watches wonders, "Is there music I cannot hear?" Quick steps and long glides, tilting turns; small, precious exuberances back