Sue Bin Lee
 
The conical concave Traveller of time and space
I am a banshee whose chalking hair is dreadlocked from full head top to tapered end.
My pirouette is consumed by a tenth high octave carved out by the frills in my dress.
      No trumpeter can commandeer this introduction as I drop my toe to the ground.
                  Hear me first as a tumor that grows unnoticed in the back of your brain.    
            By the time it bursts, I’ve pulled together the particles—the smoke—  
the ashes—the atmosphere of one world twined into another.   
Now watch me dance to a wandering pole in anchored circles.        
Now watch me take my tips into the Alley.                     
Now a Basin in the Río de la Plata.            
Now the South of Africa.        
      Now Bangladesh, 
                  Europe, Australia,
                        New Zealand.     
                  Now tell me!
            Did Dorothy
      ever
get
            this      
      far?