Ballet Slipper Baklava
Samantha Stiers


A petrified ballet slipper --
hard, pink, glossy
as a sore throat.

The stonecutter
slices it into rings
to be worn around the neck.


The cafe --
ballet slippers
in fried batter.

At the register
children reach their hands
into bottomless containers

of tiny pointe shoes, chew them like gum.


Ballet slipper baklava --
a thousand layers of satin.
Bite down.