by Stefanie Leigh
After Rachel Rabbit White
We found each other’s eyes
in the mirror—tendus, jetes, fouettés—
for years. Our conversations, leaning
over the piano, held
like hands. Until my ring
finger was free
to trace your throat, my whole palm
on your jaw. Your gaze
erasing our outlines, our limbs
inhaling, gliding, like twilight on a lake.
Stefanie Leigh is a poet and professional ballet dancer based in Toronto. She holds a BA from Columbia University and was a dancer with American Ballet Theatre. Her work has been published in Rust & Moth, ONE ART, SWWIM, The Inflectionist Review and elsewhere. Her first chapbook, The Stilling of Movement, is currently on submission. She can be found on Instagram @iamstefanieleigh
January House Literary Journal 
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