preamble

they was -
that's not right,

they us,
no-

a pair: recluse, dancer

 the former on ad break
 asking:

what's it be like when you are your body 
and nothing outside of it?

her eyes limp into seeing:
  a coral reef
  and 7 million fish
  slipping socks on the ocean.

he was battered, more
internally busted than dancer.

she was just trying to enhance his
something.

after the show, when the chairs were in the glee
of whispering,

she aches a little into him:
    ...the last
    prairie,
    inches,
    the smallest
    wave to
    grass